After a full day of telling myself I was fine to go out with friends on Saturday night, I finally had to give in to being poorly and resign myself to a night in.
Weekends in and alone are not something I like to make a habit of but, on this occasion, I thought it may make a nice exception to stay in with some tasty food and mong in front of the TV. Afterall, there’s loads on TV on a Saturday right?
Game-shows for a start make me lose the will to live. Especially ones that seem to have no point. “Odd One In” for example. What’s the point? A panel of so-called ‘celebs’ trying to guess who exactly is the TV extra, who can tap dance and who eats dog food.
And for what? Entertainment? What’s entertaining about that exactly?
I just don’t like things that don’t seem to have a reason or point or end product.
Maybe that’s just me, but why do I need to know these things otherwise? It certainly didn’t feel very good for my health.
Sticking with the same channel (I decided to give it a chance) – I also couldn’t be bothered to stretch for the remote after the amount of pizza I’d shovelled down whilst feeling sorry for myself – I moved on to Penn and Teller: Fool Us.
And actually, brace yourself, I quite liked it. Shocking I know.
I’ll be honest though – I had no bloody clue who these guys were.
The whole thing did make me nostalgic though (despite Jonathon Ross’ dodgy facial hair) because to me, Penn and Teller are, and will always be, extras on Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
And I loved that show.
I know 22 may be slightly too young to reminisce but I swear TV was so much better back in the days of Melissa Joan Hart.
Back when you had Clarissa, Sister/Sister, Saved by the Bell and Kenan and Kel you just couldn’t go wrong. (Oh, and I am all about an oldschool theme song – love it)
Hang on; it’s not just Saturday night TV that’s got worse – whatever happened to Live & Kicking for a start? What’s the equivalent now apart from re-run after re-run of episodes of Friends?
Maybe when I was younger I was simply not as fussy but where are these shows now? I don’t want to sit and watch Bradley Walsh, for an hour, with no particular purpose. Thanks all the same.
Or Dermot O’Leary in fact. What is with him anyway? If it’s a Saturday and it’s ITV you can guarantee that at some point Dermot O’Leary will pop up on your screen pretending to be everyone’s mate.
No Dermot, No.
The only possible explanation I can think of is that you are not supposed to be in on a Saturday night.
That’s why the TV is so shit, because actually you’re supposed to be out there in the real world actually enjoying yourself, not sat in front of the telly, with your brain going numb by the second.
It certainly taught me a lesson anyway.