Got caught in...

 Whoa, hold your horses, your tiny Shetland ponies.  I got caught in a shite loop, endlessly cycling through rubbish.

Who would be a television presenter? Why don't they retire early and start small farms?  I suppose some do. I suppose the others like it.  There's a danger, though, that you take it seriously.

A sparrow under the hedge.  A sparrow and a worm.  A sparrow with a little suitcase, on its way to London.  Why London?  That's what I wanted to know.  Why indeed?  I guess it's the golf and the sea-air.  Riddley Walker was a good book, in my opinion.  I liked it.