Boycott backers of TV dross
WITH the exception of some interesting documentaries and occasional funnies my television set is mainly a source of background radio music and muted living space illumination. It is allowed house room even when, as a rule, its programme devisers and commissioners treat my modest viewing requirements with scorn and contempt on a year-round basis.
However, this festive season’s programme offerings have amounted to such a full-blown assault on my sensibilities that I’d like to wreak retribution on the talentless and faceless telly supremos who foist their contorted, banal “reality” drivel and canned-laughter “celebrity” gang-show slapstick on to the viewing schedules.
I’d also like to apply a metaphorical custard pie to the faces of those starstruck TV critics and their ringmasters who bestow acres of uncritical coverage to simpering, screeching, narcissistic, numpties in between endless wall-to-wall carpet and sofa adverts. Even gently-informative wee antiques programmes have to be tickled up by some pantomime-dame buffoonery. I wonder why we put up with all this candy-cane crapulence.
I wonder how the telly promoters get away with it, and I wonder if those who agree with me could impose a workable boycott on the advertised goods and services that pay for all this teeth-grinding flummery. Gerry Burke, 8 Montgomery Place, Strachur, Argyll.