I look forward to ‘Strictly Come Dancing’, I really do.
I was invited to go today to a recording of the show but family bits got in the way.
I like the judges, the music, the costumes and the dancing, I cry when they get it right and marvel at the speed of the improvement of their fleckles.
Two weeks ago I would have changed channels to watch The X Factor. But forgive me it is so crass and meaningless that I can’t bear it any more. Not to mention the sadistic nature of the judging, and I was in love with Gary Barlow. Now he sounds like a smug, Mancunian millionaire with not a lot of compassion.
‘You Tube’ is full of little clips of American X Factor, Japanese X Factor. English X Factor, Mongolian X Factor. I hate it all. Sitting in front of a screen with nothing but the will to criticise poor wannabees without a thought in their heads accept their 15minutes of tawdry fame
I didn’t watch Celebrities eating maggots in the jungle, I don’t catch a lot of Corrie and I give every single antique programme a miss. I switch off House hunting programmes, can’t be doing with most of the foodie shows, and give a wide birth to anything approaching drama on ITV. I havn’t yet found anything that I will dedicate an evening to. I know lots of you watch Sky this and that but I haven’t the staying power.
What is happening to me?
Is it me or the television scheduling.
Nothing makes me want to sit down with a cup of tea and a home made scone, although to be fare you could blame my scones which came out like shrivelled goats gonads that nearly broke my gold filling.
No raising agent you may say. Paul Hollywood would be able to give me the answer actually ‘The Great British Bake Off’ is one programme that I do bother to sit and watch. It makes me feel good and the judging is not done so harshly that the contributor is reduced to tears, dropping onto both knees and clawing the ground with hysterical pain.
Am I getting too old for vicarious living?.
Am I getting too picky for repeated moments.
DAVE, WATCH, COMEDY CLASSIC, repeat after repeat after repeat, I am seriously considering closing down my Sky account which costs me an arm and a leg so I can watch Victoria for the umpteenth time telling her dinner ladies about her gussets.
I’m not attacking Victoria I am concerned by the watching habits of the greater British neanderthal.
I can sit for hours watching films. I have just received a new batch for this years Bafta nominations, movies that have been thought through, films that have been slaved over with the intention of making a difference. I’m talking about sassy film making not cynical drivel that is created for manchandise and spin off video games. Films have starting arriving, plopping onto the kitchen mat in their puffed out envelopes, or signed at the door – film companies now send them in box sets. I can put my feet up without any interruption from the interminable Christmas ads telling me I can go to Greenland to buy cardboard tit-bits for my nuclear family of grannies, grandads and an assortment of middle English relatives.
I remember John Cleese saying he resented sleeping because he may miss something. I wonder whether that is how I now see telly. A time wasting exercise. I do worry about millions of us sitting comotose in front of a square screen watching cobblers.
Last night we went to the birthday party of an 80 year old friend of ours. It started at 8.00 and for two hours all the guests got up and spoke, or sung, made us laugh, and melted each others heart, even the birhday girl sung to her own guitar accompanyment.
Spontaneous entertainment, how many of us can do that now? Sit in a group and sing in harmony. Stand as a family round the piano and sing harmoniously.
How many of us can even speak along with JayZ let singalong a la Beyonce.
For two hours we communicated with each other in a little caff in Kentish Town. Applauding each other as the mountain of coleslaw turned into a mole hill and the chicken legs tiptoed into the basket.
I wonder whether Tulisa Constantinopleopolous could do that….
It makes me sound like I am very, very old. I’m not I’m just very, very sad that home entertainment comprises of a whole family jumping round a room with a box in their hands pretending to play table tennis. Get a Goddamn table for Gods sake and play ping pong for real.
Steve Jobs gave us advanced technology did he ever wonder what his little apple would do to the rest of the fruit in the bowl. Because from where I’m sitting half the plums have gone bad and there’s green mould on the clementines. No point in talking about family values if the advertisers and Multi Nationals dont value the family.