Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Not Much to Say
Christmasandnewyear is over, and for some reason the principle undying memory is accidentally watching about 5 minutes of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo on TV. Now, three salient points from this unhappy episode:
1. It was extremely boring.
2. I used to love watching it as a kid, ergo:
3. We used to put up with some stupefyingly dull TV in my youth. Case in point: Pot Black. Pot Black was a show about snooker. In fact, it WAS snooker; two blokes from the League of Nations Snooker Premier League (from England! Steve Davis! From Australia! Eddie Charlton! From the darkest, wildest Borneo, Umblatta the Terrifying! Etc) would square off against each other for half an hour, while the commentator "Whispering" Ted Lowe, would state the bleeding obvious, non-stop, sotto voce. Week after week. And we lapped it up for some reason.
Also Mastermind, where a camera would slowly zoom in on someone sitting in an uncomfortable chair, not being able to answer questions about the first ten Roman emperors.
1. It was extremely boring.
2. I used to love watching it as a kid, ergo:
3. We used to put up with some stupefyingly dull TV in my youth. Case in point: Pot Black. Pot Black was a show about snooker. In fact, it WAS snooker; two blokes from the League of Nations Snooker Premier League (from England! Steve Davis! From Australia! Eddie Charlton! From the darkest, wildest Borneo, Umblatta the Terrifying! Etc) would square off against each other for half an hour, while the commentator "Whispering" Ted Lowe, would state the bleeding obvious, non-stop, sotto voce. Week after week. And we lapped it up for some reason.
Also Mastermind, where a camera would slowly zoom in on someone sitting in an uncomfortable chair, not being able to answer questions about the first ten Roman emperors.
