This Claudia Winkleman-led tv show has been a monster smasheroo, of that there seems little doubt. I haven’t personally watched a second of it as I only watch certain carefully curated television shows and I don’t fancy Miss Winkleman. My viewing habits consists of only the following:
*Bangers and Cash.
*Salvage Hunters.
*The Motorbike Show.
*Fast ‘n Loud.
*Antiques Road Trip (never ever the celebrity one).
*Drain The Oceans.
*Kindig Customs.
*Anything on Disney + that has the words ‘star’ and ‘wars’ somewhere.
*Porn Stars.
*Taggart.
*Anything with Jackie from ‘Taggart’ or any Scottish actresses in.
*The EFL show (League 2 bit only).
*Wheeler Dealers (only the series’ with Ed China in, not the new bloke who spends more time in the gym than under a 1974 Triumph TR7).
*Morse/Lewis/Endeavour (only if in possession of a nuclear hangover).
I don’t mention Midsomer Murders or Columbo as all godly and sane watch these shows. Bar none. Even if they’re a weirdo without a 52” telly.
My humble point is that telly is a hugely important part of our society – whether you, like The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy – think it akin to Ketamine or Tuinol, or like me you use it instead of Ketamine or Tuinol.
The Traitors might well make your stomach turn as you are simply sitting and watching people lie for money; and boy oh boy we get that all day every day in our democracy. One might want telly to whisk you away from the depressing 21st century grind of appalling liars and self-obsessed narcissists. I know I do!
Give me an honest bloke fiddling with a Norton Commando engine or buying an old French bog to sell on to some ponces from Hoxton any day. Give me Jackie from Taggart in her charity shop anorak catching killers in the rain, give me men with laughable facial hair building a motorcycle for the drummer from Kiss…
Send the grandiose fibbers to a channel I don’t yet have; and will never have – as my tv subscriptions would go over my wife’s strict and draconian limit of £965 per month.
Even better: have the show produced on the Isle of Man and strand the buggers there with their ill-gotten Liars Prizes, then let the local birch-wielding nutters deal with them and their new-fangled ways. I’d subscribe to that!
