Not a big fan persay of the TV prefering the sedate tinkerings of a computer screen where I can stay in control of my input. However it's Christmas time and the odd mooch out to the telly room would serve me no harm and who knows I may even enjoy the outing.
Anyway the evenings Television on the Beeb was nothing short of a proverbial piss take and I have no idea how they mangage to coax annual subscriptions from the gullible but coax it they do. Pava-Fooking Rotti warbling his man tits off until gone midnight and not even a sniff of the 10pm news or Omicrom Wave.
After a few more scoops of Baileys we tuned into Morcambe and Wise and have to say that this indelable timeless duo refuse to age. The sketch were the scenery trapped Erics legs under the stage curtain was immense as was the honeymoon couples antics. How do you follow on the laughter from there and my heart sank as she reached for the remote to put on some recorded episodes of Gogglebox : /
I must have lived under a stone for the last decade because apart from an occational fleeting glance I have never watched a full episode. It's been a while since I have cried with laughter and we were both in hysterics until early mornings light as we smashed through five further episodes.
I know now who everyone is and my favourites are the Blackpool couple, the eccentric couple with the wallpaper that matches their armchair, the Rottweiler family and the gay chap and his lady good friend and also those two chubster lasses that eat everything in sight.
Highlights were the Sound Of Music review and the Fanny Craddocks Christmas Cake Bake which was hilarious and also their Home Alone 1 and 2 observations which made us grin.
So yes if like me you don't watch a lot of telly then give it a go as you may be pleasantly suprised. Normally I like documentarys but may now broaden my horizons by keeping an open mind.
We were both sozzled at circa 03:00am when she asked if I'd like to watch some episodes of East Enders and as she was on a roll I said why not. Fook me blue them Walford Wankers could have you on anti depressants in no time at all and after 15 minutes I was proper ill with all their cockney-ranting and diatribes. Should rename that soap as Misery-Enders. Argumentitive chavs and barrow boys the the lot of em!