Television.

It just isn’t what it used to be.  There, I’ve said it.

It says a lot that I seem to spend more time in front of my computer for entertainment these days than I do in front of the television.  Indeed, I have probably found more entertaining and interesting stuff on the internet recently – whether it be on YouTube, on someone’s blog or even on twitter.   And yet, I love television. I’ve grown up with it. I’ve been entertained, informed and educated by it.  My degree was in Film, TV and Radio. I wanted to work in TV as a scriptwriter, and dreamt of one day seeing something I’d written on the TV screen. I still would love to, but I can’t ever see it happening. Even at 30, you’re made to feel as if your best chance of making it has passed you by and they wouldn’t be interested in anything you did anymore – or at least, it seems that way.

There are still plenty of things that I like to watch on TV, but at the same time there are plenty of things that I would rather not. I am grateful that I am in employment and thus not in the house on a regular basis at the time that This Morning or Loose Women are on (actually I am at home when the latter’s on, I just don’t watch it).  I used to tolerate soaps, but now I find that most of them irritate me because their writers seem to want to make certain storylines stretch out over years rather than a few weeks to the point that they are completely unbelievable. Not to mention the fact that producers of such shows seem to want to make us all slit our wrists rather than be entertained, such is the emphasis on miserable stories.

What depresses me the most though, is the state of kids TV. When I was a kid, we had shows like Danger Mouse, Button Moon, The Trap Door, Pigeon Street, Inspector Gadget, Rainbow, Knightmare and Count Duckula. We had the original series of  Postman Pat and Thomas The Tank Engine (the new ones are alright, but not a patch on the old), and I saw reruns of Bagpuss and Camberwick Green. Disney meanwhile,  were actually making cartoon shows and not stupid series about youngsters who lead double lives as popstars. These days,there is very little for children on the main channels, as most of it gets shifted to dedicated channels on digital. What there is of it on those dedicated channels, isn’t up to much. There are a few honourable exceptions – the Ben 10 cartoons and Spongebob Squarepants are all winners, and CBBC’s Horrible Histories is exactly the sort of thing that would have been a huge hit when I was a kid. Indeed, the success of the last two lies in the fact that they are both popular with children and adults – which in my view is what truly great kids shows are.  You would never have thought that a CBBC show could beat the primetime likes of Armstrong and Miller to a British Comedy Award, but Horrible Histories did just that.  Still, it is, as I said, an exception.  I hope that one day, there is a return  to shows that are more like Duck Tales and He Man and less like Hannah Montana and whatever Power Rangers series they’re on now. I want my nephew to have mostly good memories of the TV he grew up watching.

C.B.A. Blog Post.

As you might know (or not), I am taking part in the Post A Week 2011 Challenge here on WordPress. So far, I have managed to post a blog every week, each time managing to find a subject to write about.

This week, I couldn’t be bothered to really write about anything. However, I felt that if I didn’t post a blog on here by the end of the week I would have failed the challenge somehow. So instead, I have decided to post a link to a blog post that I found via twitter, written by someone I follow, Chris aka @NotQuiteCool, from a website called Cinematic Leftovers.  It’s on the subject of hate – in particular the hatred towards the likes of Bieber, Twilight and Glee.  It’s a very interesting post, and makes some very good points.  Anyway, forget my feeble description of it – just read it yourself here:

http://www.cinematic-leftovers.co.uk/2011/02/opinion-where-is-the-love/

That is all.

30.

It was my birthday yesterday.  I hit the ripe old age of 30, hence the title of this blog (God I’m so original with my titles).

Twenty four hours on, it’s just about sunk in that I have reached this milestone, however I don’t necessarily feel it. Not that I thought that I would feel different in any way.  It’s just that thirty has always seemed like a scary age to me, partly because it always seemed so far off before. The film Logan’s Run didn’t do much to promote it as a good age to be really. It came across as the age in which you finally properly became an adult in terms of that you were at least one of the things out of married/parent/homeowner – all three if you go by the Daily Mail’s doctrine.  Suffice to say the Fail will regard me as being a social failure, being none of these, but at least I have a job so they can’t call me a scrounger.  And I don’t give a fuck what the Mail thinks of people like me.

Having thought about it, it seems silly now that I even felt bad about turning 30.  I didn’t go as stupid about it as some do when they turn a certain age – I didn’t get depressed about it or consider ways of retaining my youth.  In fact, a few days before my birthday I was bemoaning the fact that my skin had gone the way of a 16-year-old,  and not in a good way. Now looking at it, I feel good about the fact that I can still get bouts of acne.  (Yes I am weird, you don’t need to comment on here to tell me that).  Yes people around me did make a big deal of my age, as you do when it’s a milestone, but I enjoyed it. My old friend did feel the need to slap “30” across everything that she gave me, but that’s ok. I can get my own back next year, when it’s her 30th.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to play with my toy wind up meerkats* and eat packets of Fizzers. Hey just because I’ve reached a certain age doesn’t mean I have to act it.

*I got them as a present yesterday. Really.

I’m posting once a week in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can. You never know, I might end up posting more than once a week if everything is going well.

If you already read my blog, then first of all, thank you. I hope you will stick with me along the way.  And feel free to comment and like my posts, maybe even suggest things for me to write about. Only if you want to of course.

Signed,

Lyns.