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Televisions.
Works of art, bringers of joy, the saviours of many a dull weekend. Such fabulous contraptions assume prime positions in our living rooms, our bedrooms and our bathrooms (well, why not). We gaze upon their screens with ecstatic joy, calm in the knowledge that they will always provide us with entertainment, from late into the evening 'til the early hours of morning.
So what, dear lord, has happened with daytime programming?
A ghastly hotch-potch of terrible chat shows, wearisome detective series and painful contestant television swarms across our box of joy to make our lunch-time meal feel uneasy in its new resting place. But its not by accident that this happens. Oh no. It's a government conspiracy!
This appauling day time viewing is a device to make the lazy slob, happily reclining on his couch, feel guilty about not being out there getting a job. It's a sinister ploy to make the kid who skeived off school with a mystery 'illness' feel guilty about not being in the classroom with the others, studying the laws of Pythagoras. It's a mischievous plan to make ill workers think twice about taking that day off, making them weigh up a day of hard labour against the monstrosity of day-time viewing that awaits them in the lounge.
And thus, they control our lives!
Works of art, bringers of joy, the saviours of many a dull weekend. Such fabulous contraptions assume prime positions in our living rooms, our bedrooms and our bathrooms (well, why not). We gaze upon their screens with ecstatic joy, calm in the knowledge that they will always provide us with entertainment, from late into the evening 'til the early hours of morning.
So what, dear lord, has happened with daytime programming?
A ghastly hotch-potch of terrible chat shows, wearisome detective series and painful contestant television swarms across our box of joy to make our lunch-time meal feel uneasy in its new resting place. But its not by accident that this happens. Oh no. It's a government conspiracy!
This appauling day time viewing is a device to make the lazy slob, happily reclining on his couch, feel guilty about not being out there getting a job. It's a sinister ploy to make the kid who skeived off school with a mystery 'illness' feel guilty about not being in the classroom with the others, studying the laws of Pythagoras. It's a mischievous plan to make ill workers think twice about taking that day off, making them weigh up a day of hard labour against the monstrosity of day-time viewing that awaits them in the lounge.
And thus, they control our lives!
Daytime TV is so PAP that you will never think of skipping school or college just so you don't have to watch it.
God gave us day time television so that we wouldn't be distracted from our DVDs.
On the subject of bad daytime TV, has anyone seen 'Through The Keyhole' recently? They go to the houses of 'the woman from the Nescafe advert' or 'a star of Byker Grove from 1986' and the pannel always manages to guess it in two minutes. I would never suggest that it is rigged but clearly it is rigged.
On the subject of bad daytime TV, has anyone seen 'Through The Keyhole' recently? They go to the houses of 'the woman from the Nescafe advert' or 'a star of Byker Grove from 1986' and the pannel always manages to guess it in two minutes. I would never suggest that it is rigged but clearly it is rigged.
Televisions.
Works of art, bringers of joy, the saviours of many a dull weekend. Such fabulous contraptions assume prime positions in our living rooms, our bedrooms and our bathrooms (well, why not). We gaze upon their screens with ecstatic joy, calm in the knowledge that they will always provide us with entertainment, from late into the evening 'til the early hours of morning.
So what, dear lord, has happened with daytime programming?
A ghastly hotch-potch of terrible chat shows, wearisome detective series and painful contestant television swarms across our box of joy to make our lunch-time meal feel uneasy in its new resting place. But its not by accident that this happens. Oh no. It's a government conspiracy!
This appauling day time viewing is a device to make the lazy slob, happily reclining on his couch, feel guilty about not being out there getting a job. It's a sinister ploy to make the kid who skeived off school with a mystery 'illness' feel guilty about not being in the classroom with the others, studying the laws of Pythagoras. It's a mischievous plan to make ill workers think twice about taking that day off, making them weigh up a day of hard labour against the monstrosity of day-time viewing that awaits them in the lounge.
And thus, they control our lives!
Works of art, bringers of joy, the saviours of many a dull weekend. Such fabulous contraptions assume prime positions in our living rooms, our bedrooms and our bathrooms (well, why not). We gaze upon their screens with ecstatic joy, calm in the knowledge that they will always provide us with entertainment, from late into the evening 'til the early hours of morning.
So what, dear lord, has happened with daytime programming?
A ghastly hotch-potch of terrible chat shows, wearisome detective series and painful contestant television swarms across our box of joy to make our lunch-time meal feel uneasy in its new resting place. But its not by accident that this happens. Oh no. It's a government conspiracy!
This appauling day time viewing is a device to make the lazy slob, happily reclining on his couch, feel guilty about not being out there getting a job. It's a sinister ploy to make the kid who skeived off school with a mystery 'illness' feel guilty about not being in the classroom with the others, studying the laws of Pythagoras. It's a mischievous plan to make ill workers think twice about taking that day off, making them weigh up a day of hard labour against the monstrosity of day-time viewing that awaits them in the lounge.
And thus, they control our lives!