A couple of evenings ago I appeared on Croatian television in connection with golf in Motovun. As far as I understand the medium, I appeared on one of the leading channels, if not the main channel itself. The show in question is purportedly among the most respected ones, too. And so, as I roamed the streets of the Croatian capital the last couple of days, I expected that someone would stop me for a quick chat about golf. But no-one even glanced at me, let alone gave me a sign of recognition, no matter how fleeting. Perhaps this is as it should be, though, for I could not be sure any longer what I had said to the television crew that visited the hilltown a week ago exactly. Or what the show was really about, for that matter. The way I feel about television, however, all this is as it should be. It only helps the many wile their precious time away. My appearance could only help them feel that they were still alive. As well as kicking. The best I can expect in this connection is that a few good people from Motovun will tell me one day that they have seen me on the magical screen not long ago. No matter what I say, they will remember not a single word of mine, anyhow.

Addendum  (December 17, 2008)

A couple of evenings ago I appeared once again on Croatian television in connection with golf in Motovun. To the best of my knowledge, I blabbered away on one of the leading channels for much longer than the last time around. And with the very same results, as no-one in the Croatian capital even glanced at me the last couple of days. The medium is perfectly worthless, indeed. The next time a television camera appears in my cheerless little town, I will avoid it like the plague. Let other clowns amuse all the idiots out there.