Don't You Just Love It When.....

...well, when you find yourself in your new residence on a sunday evening with a smooth, silky, cherried up glass of Cab sauv, sleet and God only knows what pelting down outside and something aromatic bubbling away in the oven.....and......and....no television! I want to be the first to tell you that it is rather an intoxicating feeling and has nothing to do with the 15% abv of the wine. The problem I have with tv programmes is that they are, to a large extent, mindless drivel aimed at keeping the mindless masses cosy and comfortable at home on their couches.
Many of you will rail against me for stating this but just look at yourselves! You're probably eating your evening meal (let's call it Tea shall we?)on your laps in front of the 'idiot box', dropping some of the food in your lap....hey, but this isn't a problem as you're wearing trackies from the Warehouse so what the hell. They'll be ok by morning when you set off to go about your business without a care in the world about what anyone thinks of you.
Has television and the watching thereof turned some of us into completely unacceptable specimens, sad and bad representatives of our species? Or just enabled us to bring out the inner slob?

Don't misinterpret what I'm trying to say here. Many good people wear tracksuits all day and every day but for the sake of human decency they should at the very least wear a size that fits. There's nothing becoming about a large-buttocked gargantuan gutbucket wearing skintight trackpants with the material disappearing up their arse crack. I mean people it's obscene and enough to put you off your food and everything else for that matter.

Back to tv. It's akin to a gaoler who lets you out between evening sitcom shows. The lives of many in this country have been reduced to talking about what was on tv the night before. They are virtual prisoners who will even leave the television blaring like a raving nineteenth century lunatic in their loungerooms whilst you are visiting and trying to have a conversation. It's not only insulting to you, the visitor, but also to their intelligence. As willingly as they submit to the barrage of cretinous advertisements that boom out all too frequently they also submit to the theft of their free time and their quality of life.
Their lives are dominated by and dictated by concepts and ideas created by unknown people in far off lands. They are lured in, hooked and suckered every inch of the way by vainglorious writers, producers and directors who are literally creaming their way to great wealth by mashing and mushing the brains of you, the poor, great unwashed.

I say to you, whomever may be listening (reading actually), get off your arses now, turn off that dreadful electronic anus that's shitting in your home and go and do something worthwhile with your time. Visit a friend, go for a walk, write a blog, do some exercise, take the trash out, clean your house, talk to your kids, talk to your spouse, ring someone, have sex. It doesn't matter what you do but just give yourself a break and turn that sucker off and see what happens. It ain't half bad.......