If there was any real justice in the world, the people who pollute our living rooms with mainstream TV crap would face a court of law.
Their crimes are grave indeed – having through their relentless output desensitised and made stupid millions of people.
And that’s before we even start to consider the huge and sinful waste of creative resources and energy that is the television industry.
I would personally like to see presenters and producers of moronic offerings such as The Cube and X Factor (ITV1) put on trial for their blatant mass destruction of human brainpower.
Hopefully we could begin with a show trial of Phillip Schofield, the Prince of Blandness. How anyone can bear to watch such rubbish as The Cube is beyond me. I caught some of it last night. Adults in a big perspex cube trying to catch balls – and other such infantile japes. What’s the bloody point?
My viewing last night was restricted to a snatch of the dismal Cube and then most of Harry Hill’s TV Burp, which may have been a repeat. Generally, the Burp has been refreshingly counter-cultural – it’s main point being that 99 per cent of TV output is unbelievably stupid.
Last night’s show has some witty pokes at EastEnders’ Fat Pat and her coming on sexually to some hapless character whose face I vaguely remember from shite sitcoms in the ‘70s. Fat Pat on heat – now that’s what I call frightening.
But Hill’s show was never quite satirical enough about TV – perhaps it was never allowed to be …
Because the TV industry is so heavily committed to self-promotion, and to maintaining the myth that telly is an important, positive cultural force.