A festive message
Have now finished work for the year. Feels good. I love my job but it can be a bit draining and it’s nice to have a break.
Currently listening to the Christmas Wittertainment on BBC 5Live. I can’t explain how much I love Wittertainment and, in fact, how much I love 5Live. I almost feel emotional thinking about that radio station.
This morning I bought The Innocent by David Szalay. It’s a Cold War thriller set in an isolated psychiatric clinic, so pretty much ticks all of my boxes at the moment. When Revolutionary Road is wrapped up it will be waiting for me with its chilling, bony arms.
It would be nice to write some kind of 2010 summary, but I can’t be bothered with that sort of thing to be honest. Those ‘Top 100’ programmes on TV make the bile rise right to the back of my throat, and I’d hate to emulate them. Also making me sick at the moment on TV are Frankie Boyle’s Tramadol Nights on Channel 4 and The Impressions Show on the BBC. I don’t have any issue with Frankie Boyle himself (he is the only person who has ever made Mock The Week funny) or his near-the-knuckle sense of humour (there’s a place for that). My issue is just with the fact that it isn’t funny. At all. In fact, it’s anti-funny, and lazy.
I am more angry about The Impressions Show. This is a boring, derivative, drivel-strewn catastrophe of a programme featuring impressions which are a long way from original and most of the time not even accurate. How the BBC can commission this while passing on Lizzie and Sarah (which can be seen here) earlier in the year is beyond me. I know, I know, comedy is a subjective art (as is all…), but let’s be honest, does anybody actually laugh at The Impressions Show? It’s shite.
I also realise that moaning about TV is boring in itself, and that it would be a far better idea to either come up with something interesting of my own or praise what’s on that’s good. However, I can’t help but feel pissed off that we pay a hundred odd pounds a year for the BBC to churn out shitty comedies and low-budget dramas. Also on over the past week or so was The Nativity, an absolutely dreadful retelling of the story of Christmas. It was cheap, badly acted, badly scripted, completely historically inaccurate, like watching a children’s nativity play acted by adults. It was so bad I nearly cried.
Sorry. This was supposed to be a festive message but it’s turned into a bit of a rant. I’m being an idiot.
There is better news. This past week or so our daughter has been making herself known. She rolls and kicks and elbows and wriggles. On Wednesday we visited the midwife and heard her little heart beating and swooshing.
So that’s that. Christmas Day tomorrow. Turkey and potatoes and stuffing and all sorts of other nice things to eat. It would be great to hit an extra stone by the New Year. Wish me luck.
