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Deutsche fella gets high marks

Mrs W is a fan of a weird show called Euromaxx, which airs on the German TV channel Deutsche Welle (Virgin Media 830).

If you want a handle on Euromaxx, think Eurotrash meets the South Bank Show and you're kind of 25% of the way to understanding what it's about. Cultural trivia and strange arty stuff from Limerick to Lublin. The lead story on their website today is fairly typical: a Berlin gallery is displaying a grand piano made out of a Porsche Carrera.

Anyway, the Mrs wrote to one of the presenters - a guy called Robin Merrill - about an item she'd seen a few weeks ago and she actually got a personal reply by email. So hats off to DW-TV and Herr Robin. It's hard to imagine the same personal touch from some celebrity in the UK. Unless, of course, it's Gordon Brown trying to convince you that he's a really, really nice guy.

There's another Euromaxx presenter, who's a pretty young lady with very impressive teeth. I think I might try getting in touch with her. Mrs W couldn't possibly object, could she?

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