THE FUSE

Something rather peculiar happened to me at the gym last week. Ascending the stairs, I was greeted, as normal, by two large televisions at the corners of both my eyes, at the edge of my peripheral vision, amongst the myriads of equipment designed to make my life as miserable as possible for the next hour. Showing on my left is the usual terrible property renovation programme that defines daytime TV in the UK. The one on the right makes me do a double-take – it’s showing a classic F1 race on Sky Sports.