Let’s rag on the BBC for a bit then, eh? There are a few things about the BBC that cheese me off no end.
For one thing, for a non-commercial organisation they sure do put a lot of ads. Why the fuck do we need to be reminded forty times a day that this new exciting programme will premiere in two days? By the time it finally comes on I’m sick of it already. Not to mention that usually they’re so obnoxious that you want to shoot everybody involved after the second time you’d seen them.
And the programmes being advertised are often no better. How many fucking shows do we need to have where some nice upper middle class white couple gets their room redecorated, their garden done, their clothes revamped or their life sorted out? Yes, they can be entertaining and obviously are cheap to make, but after the fifth variation on a theme I’m sick of them.
Let’s not even mention Fame Academy.
Another cheap format that should’ve been discontinued by now: celebrity quiz shows. Have I Got News for you should’ve been stopped after Angus Deyton was fired. When it was good, it was very very good, but it only looks tired now. The same goes for Buzzcocks, which has had all of the interesting music celebrites by now and is now reduced to the third backup singer for Atomic Kitten.
A related format is that of the celebrity nostalgia shows. I Love 1999? What the fuck? Various non-entities talking about how much they liked four years ago? Or what about Grumpy Old Men? Various baby boomers whinging about all the predictable stuff you’ve heard your parents complain about too often already.
But at least there’s still Eastenders.