News from the BBC this week that there’s going to be one less piece of crap programming cluttering up the Saturday night viewing schedule because they’re going to axe ‘The Voice’.
Of course, it’s not the BBC’s fault. It’s those wicked Tory cuts again! Have you noticed lately that everything that happens is down to the wicked Tory cuts?
Well I for one won’t be mourning the loss of this piss poor imitation of X-Factor, Britain’s Got No Talent, Pop Idol and good knows how many more Cowell Copy Cats because I’m sick of watching talentless twats caterwailing and then breaking down in tears because their one big chance on life to be rich and famous like they deserve from birth has been shot down in flames because – frankly – they can’t bloody sing and have no discernable talent whatsoever.
FFS! Just look at the judges! Will.i.am, Boy fucking George, Sir Tom Jones. Has beens and never were’s the lot of them.
Now, if we could just get them to axe Bake Off, Strictly Come Mincing, The Apprentice, I’m a Nonentity Get Me Out of Here, Masterchef and all the rest of the cheapjack shite that masquerades as entertainment then we might be getting somewhere.
Hang on though! There’d be nothing left except footie and Escape to the Cuntry.
And even those are repeats or highlights. Sod the digital age. Bring back 2 channel TV and the test card. Even the test card was better viewing than The Voice…
And now a spot of humour :
A man goes to the doctor. “Doctor” he says, “I can’t stop humming ‘Green Green Grass of Home’ What’s wrong with me?”
“Easy” says the doctor. “You got Tom Jones syndrome.”
“Is that rare, doctor?”
“Well, it’s not unusual!”