So, ‘Something For The Weekend’ – what’s that all about then? Seeing it for the first time at the weekend – finger, pulse? *ahem* – I really didn’t know what to make of it. We have Tim Lovejoy being Tim Lovejoy, talking football and groin strains and cheeky looks to the camera, coupled with Louise Rednapp who looks thoroughly confused to be in a television studio – and well she might.
The televisual equivalent of reading the Sunday papers with a cup of tea in bed and a possibility of a hangover ensued, and whilst it wasn’t bad exactly, it wasn’t really anything more than filler. And I’m not saying that’s any bad thing per se, but it made me think. When did we stop aspiring to be good at anything? If television is the mirror at which we all worship alternative versions of ourselves, if only we were thinner, richer, married to footballers/comedians/politicians, then by all accounts we’re all a bit rubbish and deconstructed and pretending to be something we’re not.
We don’t watch dancers or ice skaters anymore, we watch people pretending to be dancers and ice skaters. And we don’t watch programs presenting by professional presenters anymore, we watch programs presented by people who used to be in a band way back when, who have the lifestyle that apparently we’re all meant to desire.
If I need a plumber I call a plumber – I don’t call Nigel down the street who works in graphic design but fancies wielding a monkey wrench, and I wouldn’t expect my hairdresser to be a moonlighting pole dancer, so why is the ‘entertainment’ industry any different? Where are our standards people?!
And most importantly, what do we tell our children? That you don’t really have to apply yourself or try very hard at anything, because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition?
Can you tell it’s Monday?!