Since the advent of Cable and Satellite Every Christmas is the same. It used to be bad enough in the old days when there were only three channels to fill but now, we allegedly have more choice the terrestrial channels don’t even try to offer anything that we might consider to be acceptable.
Take
this Christmas just gone, it doesn’t have to be the latest everyone is the same
now, but we will stick with this latest offering as they are freshest in the
memory.
They
really pulled the stops out and so packed was the schedule that they couldn’t
even squeeze in the Great Escape.
Unfortunately,
all five channels were packed with a mixture of repeats and things which should
never be seen again.
Tom
Browns schooldays gave the impression it might brighten an otherwise dull
selection only to disappoint.
However,
the choice plum of the holiday season has to be Uncle Adolph, what were they
thinking, at one-point good old incestuous Uncle Adolph was sat knocking out a
tune on the piano to impress his niece when I thought he was going to burst
into a chorus of “Springtime for Hitler” the play couldn’t have been anymore
ludicrous if he had.
Thankfully
the smug and inanely grinning Miss Marple has been returned to the asylum from
whence she came (hopefully never to be released again) and the writers have
returned to writing daytime soaps for the Outer Mongolia broadcasting
corporation.
Still,
it won’t be long before we’re doing it all again so better get the sprouts on.
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