Hmm, haven’t had a post about telly for a while, eh? Probably because I don’t watch the old tellybox that much any more, but what the hell! That just makes my observations all the more relevant, right? Er… right?
The only unmissable thing on at the moment is Life on Mars, BBC1. Our hero is transported back in time to the 1970s, where he’s a detective – the same as in the modern day – in very different circumstances. His crazy modern methods cause a stir in the land of wide collars and moody smoke-filled rooms, but he gets results. Don’t they all?
I hate to say it, but the only other thing I even slightly watch is Celebrity Big Brother. Well, where else can you find a self-styled “protector of the weak” (not a direct quote) Member of Parliament standing around as “not a transvestite, just dressed as a woman” Pete Burns hurls abuse at some woman who was in Baywatch? Nowhere, that’s where!
Fortunately, there is a reason for that. Celebrity Big Brother is simultaneously appalling and engrossing, and I can’t help but watch it. Oh dear.
