Friday, 16 January 2009

Satisfaction From My Television.

Back in the day, Saturday nights were all about the family gathering round the telly box to gawk at the ordinary citizens trying to win a new toaster, a cuddly toy and, the untouchable speed boat. Que a woo and a round of applause.

Game shows on a Saturday night were the thing to watch. 'The Generation Game,' 'BullsEye' and 'Family Fortunes' were all the favorites. These concepts were so entertaining we were glued to our seats to watch these puppets have their stings pulled.

As time went on, the appeal was lost. Que an 'aww.'


Now, I thought I had lost all faith in television, albeit the amazing Doctor Who. The telly was churning out the same monotonous dribble - X-Factor, Big Brother, Strictly Come... Whatever. Reality TV is king of the land now. People like it, it's safe and familiar. Nothing to worry their heads over - unless your one of the million retarded people that complains about everything they see on TV to OfCom like some whiny four year old who wants more jam tart. Yeah, I'm talking to you Mail readers. Fuck you.

Anyway. 5:40pm, BBC 1. 'Total Wipeout.' All that needs to be said quite frankly. The premise for the show is simple really. The shiny faced Richard Hammond presents and commentates the next generation of game shows: 20 contestants take on one of 'television's largest and most extreme obstacle courses.' The fastest contestant to complete the course will win a lovely some of money, 10 grand.

When i heard about it and saw the adverts i thought I'd hate it until it was recommended to me by my friend and they played a few clips of it to me. It was brilliant. Brilliant because you got to sit there in the comfort of your own arm chair watching 27 year old P.E. Teachers, 25 year old 'wags' representing independent woman, 37 year old chemistry teachers (A nice variation) all losing their dignity in that hands of the 4 giant red bouncy balls, a wall of boxing gloves that hydraulically eject out at random.

Basically the satisfaction comes from watching the general public shame and humiliate themselves whilst they fly off the course squawking out obscene noises which seems to mimic the pain they may have just done to their insides. It's further proof that people will go to any extream to get on TV or to get their hands on free money. Then again, maybe I'm just looking it to a bit too much and should really take for what it is: a bunch of pillocks losing their grace on national television and watching their souls drip through their eyes as they peer at the giant red balls.

The latter, I think. It's more fun that way.




1 comment:

  1. write more, i've done 9 posts in two days lol.. uve done 1 in nerli a week come on man... i know mine takes alot less effort but at least 1 day.

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