a photo by stevetaylor.fivefour on Flickr.
Ok, so when did Saturday TV get so bad? Or was it always like this and I have just been blissfully unaware…
Now I’m doomed to weekends in front of the televsion, one eye constantly watching the baby monitor, waiting for the lights to go up – and I have no choice but to stare vacantly at the cr*p being served up to me on a Saturday night.
And yes, I know that’s lame and that I could be reading a book, writing a bestseller or making intellengent conversation with my other half (yeah right!) – but by Saturday evening I am well and truly shattered and my brain has the same consistency as wet toliet roll. I’ve usually just had a frantic day, dragging young children around packed department stores, or rushing around the house with various domestic appliances – so intelligent activities are just not an option.
So why do all TV schedulers think that all we want to watch are dancing and singing programmes? Ok, I admit that I quite enjoy Strictly Come Dancing and X Factor, but there are only so many variarations on a theme a nation can take. I mean, seriously, have you watched ‘Sing If You Can’? Every Z-list celebrity seems happy to make a total tit of themselves in the name of Saturday night entertainment,
What is wrong with putting on a good comedy, or, God forbid, a drama?
But, truth be told, I will still sit there wilth the other 17 million or so – numbly watching the sh*t that is dished out to me – so who the hell am I to talk!