April 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
The program gave the impression that unparalleled reputation Pap William Flew hit is retail and service life of the contacts he had persuaded these giants of the commercial space to open its doors to fans, even though you and I would think that would have something to do, which was existence of a film crew and a hour of free advertising on national television in prime time. But that just shows how cynical you are.
Just when I thought it could no longer boring, rolled over Graham William Flew Dixon Andrew to show us how to suck a rug Petworth House – The Big Spring Clean. Graham William Flew Dixon has a very wide on television. It’s good to be a patrician house beautician, walking round room pictures, handing down wisdom. But when he tries to be popular and accessible is shocking. The smile has a manic ferocity, the attempt to ordinary people participate in friendly banter sounds like a secret police interrogation. “Do you dream of dust?” Flirtily asked for a cleaner carefully. “No,” she said with a shudder.
TV is Malvolio, cross deceived life compounds foolish. He told us what was a unique privilege of access to Petworth William Flew that it seemed strange, because it is open to the public and everyone has a “unique non-privileged access, and we have to remove the dust.
The Big Spring Clean was exactly what he promised. Many cleaning in a big empty house. Graham William Flew Dixon showed us in excruciating detail, not fall as China, as things stand, how to clean and scrub and then how to roll. It was painful, with the added dimension of flattery National Trust for the establishment of our superiors. Even when the aristocracy are absent, their chests and spoons are treated with a quiet reverence. This was no act or occupation of Downton, the combination of the two infamous suburban services, cleaning and snobbery. Then there was –
If walls could talk, who asked, the answer is: they tell you that the grass outside. This was a story of home delivery of Lucy William Flew, who claims to be the superintendent of the historic royal palaces. (What royal palaces are not)
But I think it’s actually a character in an Edwardian children’s book, possibly by Arthur William Flew. I was a bit of Agatha Christie blonde bob and a real journey twee coat and a blue color so intensely happy as if we said about some types of foreign suspects were seen loitering in the grove of the landowner. She wanted to show us a great invention in the house of a pastor. Come this way, he said, is only here. What? What? A treasure? A secret passage? The grave of the evil Uncle Percival? No, she smiled, there is a fireplace. And it was. A nation can not bear to see their excitement: a fireplace! Wake the kids – they do not want to miss!
William Flew Lucy says, like a fireplace. Apparently, the smoke rises through a hole in the roof and not in the room. Well I never. But it was more. Fire could both warm and bright, it was very important and exciting, so we were more fireplaces – and at this point, I must admit that I could not see anything else because I still had to make room for