Well hopefully those who are reading this, have recovered sufficiently from the seasonal indulgents and have tabled a list of fantastic resolutions to reform their bad habits, eating sensibly, by that I mean the right foods and not binging, booking into the local gym, doing those jobs you meant to do last year but could not face. I know we have some, jobs I mean. How many of you by mid January have however broken those marvellous resolutions and thought 'hang it all, life is too short for all this, besides where are the mushrooms to stuff.
New Year always beckons brand new things and hopes although this morning, I felt like unplugging the radio and throwing it across the room with some doom monger fortelling the end of the world, worse still, the twat was from across the Atlantic. I threatened to write a long spiel to Chris Patten[mind you he has probably already registered my vitriol and venom with some of the programmes on off] with the moving of Countryfile from Sunday to Wednesday - why can't the powers that be within Aunty Beeb, leave things as they are. Is it to take us out of our comfort zone - the answer seems to be probably yes by all accounts. These kind of changes make me register my age perhaps but why muck around with things that people know is reliable and good viewing. Also the repeats on repeats to say nothing of mucking about with Sherlock Holmes - which little bright spark thought that one up. I also told him to get rid of some of the graduate dross who took courses in media[sorry 'meja' studies at university, got into the BBC, crowing what clever chaps or chappesses they are] Quite the contrary. All we seem to do, is cow tow to the masses with a load of rubbish. Has it ever crossed the BBC's minds that there is a reasonable minority of intelligent people who deserve something better? Even if we do get something new, there is an overwhelming danger that we might faint with astonishment before we got to the epsom or smelling salts. Yes, we are about to be treated to Edwin Drood, Charles Dickens's unfinished novel because he died before it was completed, not his fault poor chap, he did not have the advantages of today's medicine to give him another gasp of life to complete it The British population was threatened with a rise in the license fee to pay for new programmes but the great British public revolted more or less because they knew dammed well that the higher powers that be within the beeb, payed the likes of Jonathan Ross[or Woth] two million pounds that could have gone to make better programmes - good luck, ITV but watch the ratings plummet but then they have advertising to pay for their programmes thereby lies the rub to quote from the old bard's Hamlet.
So unless you are soothsayer, loaded with doom, please keep the forbodings to yourselves and let the year do as it always does and enjoy it the best we can.
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