Watching the season finale of Doc Martin - how did that happen?
Some programmes just suck you in, against your better nature and then against your judgement, you succumb to that whole 'will they won't they nonsense', you find yourself oohing over the pretty scenery and forgetting that it's all total nonsense.
Wedding! It's the most cliched plot developement in the book - whenever script writers can't come up with something better they use marriage as a way of distracting people from the rubbishness of the story lines. And I fell for it.
I watch Spooks for Rupert (Penry Jones yum) and Waking the Dead (for Trevor Eve and pretty good story lines), Heroes for the Zeitgeist and other bits and bobs, cos I can't be arsed to get up and fetch the remote control. I watch Doc Martin because I was unable to walk away. Pretty pathetic.
Is it just me.....(I know......just call me a Tog and shoot me) but telly does seem to be mostly rubbish. It all seems to be 'reality' shows (whose reality though?) and stupid competitions with brain-dead people, or endless soaps that feature some brain-dead middle-class writers idea of working class reality (nb. I watch 5 minutes of Corrie once a year and even less of Eastenders so its possible that I am not the best judge of these things... perhaps).
The lack of good TV is a problem for me - I don't watch rubbish, so I can't talk about it to other people the next day, so when folk are dribbling on (interminably) about Celebrity-Come-Big-Get-Me-Out-Of-Here (or some such tosh) I just stand there and wish people read the Guardian more or ...well, something. The terrible thing is that I end up feeling like a freak. Not the idiot that's droning on about a rugby player doing the mambo. What is the solution? I think they should have a sort of Idiots Guide to TV Crap as a supplement to the Guardians TV pages - telling the non-viewers what they would be missing if they slipped enough IQ points to be able to watch the stuff. A sort of zeit-guide? They you could go into work and bluff shamelessly about whatever Tiff was doing or whether Martin (Platt????) was going to marry Sally (sorry if you are a fan and this is causing you psychic pain). I pity the poor office junior who would be obliged to watch this sh*t, but there's no gain without pain ....
Anyhow it's almost veil time so I'll shut up for now and fetch some hankies. Honestly, sometimes I despair of myself......