But what is the point of having control of the remote again? Despite finally getting in Ken Stott to do the job, ITV has some bizarre alternative Rebus universe (recognise the names, er, what happened to the story?). And Channel 4 has a programme lamenting the ‘death’ of British sitcoms, which appears to be blissfully unaware of the simple truth that at least 95% of British sitcoms have always been deadly. (Including (…especially…) the most popular ones, very often.) And the other <5% have always been brilliant. Who really cares that the evening schedules are no longer stuffed with shite like George and Mildred, Terry and June, (heresy alert) Bread, etc etc?*
And now the stupid pretentious pre-Christmas perfume adverts have been replaced by stupid a) ‘exotic’ holiday adverts and b) cheap furniture adverts. Sheesh.
Me, I’m going to watch that dead thing at 10pm on BBC2. (And no effing ads!!) Then I’m going to catch up online.
Happy New Year folks. (Blwyddyn newydd dda o Gymru!)
*Well, the writers who used to make a packet out of them, obviously. Carla Lane must be down to her last few million.