One of the greatest gifts my Wife has ever given me is her own addiction to crap telly.
She loves “The Real housewives of Barnsley”, “Born to money in a London Suburb” and “I really want to be famous, sing-song competition” (or whatever they’re called). Her addiction means I can wander into the lounge, make a few insightful observations about the toss on screen, and then go and do something more useful with my time…
Last night the boss took charge of the remote and was watching something vapid. So I popped my earphones on, went out to the Garage and sorted out the drivetrains on three bikes. it’s amazing what you can achieve when you make the choice to just not watch telly…
I’m Keen not to be held hostage by the rectangular bastard in the corner of the room.
Yes there are lots of things worth watching, I often end up watching them at odd times when nobody else in the house is using the telly, or just use a phone/tablet/laptop…
And I think that is one minor benefit of living in the west in this day and age, only idiots sit down to gawp at Ant & Dec in accordance with a broadcast schedule. The rest of us can pick and choose what we watch, what we don’t and of course how and when we view it…
The thing I perhaps prefer to Telly is good old Audio; I’d rather listen to music/a documentary/audio book, leaving my eyes free to concentrate on doing other things, and at least some of that ‘content’ comes from auntie beeb… Your licence fee funds more than just Gavin and Stacey or Celebrity Dancing competitions.