As committed culture vultures with a penchant for the intellectual, Lisa and I don't just go to see Britain's Got Talent and watch Cbeebies all day. We also put on Pingu DVDs and watch a lot of BBC Four. But only if there's nothing on Sky Living.

So it will come as no surprise to anyone that having flicked through all the channels earlier this week, and rejected a re-run of Psychic Sally, we ended up watching a thought-provoking documentary on the BBC's fourth most popular channel (not including CBBC and the Asian Network). It was called Rob Brydon's Identity Crisis, and followed this bloke (I forget his name) as he travelled around Wales, examining the national psyche of the Welsh, and his own identity as a born and bred taffy (that's a technical term).

Obviously I love the Welsh (but not as much as they love themselves) and when I'm caught short in the kitchen, I'm always happy to take a leek over a Yorkshire Pudding, so naturally I enjoyed the programme very much. But the undoubted highlight for me was this moment...


It can't be easy to smile when you've just been introduced with the words "Gloom Death Suffering". Especially with teeth like that. But if there's one lady who can put a brave face on the job of being Welsh, it's the racist blonde in the clip above.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Carolyn Hitt? That name rings a bell. Or possibly strikes a chord. Is her middle initial 'S'?". Well, no, it's not. As far as I'm aware. But her punchy surname should be familiar to some of the older readers of this blog. And virtually no one else.

Yes, Carolyn Hitt might sound like a Christmas number one, but she's actually... my Number One Fan!!!

It's a small world. Especially if you live in Wales.