There is no clearer indication that there is nothing on the telly of interest than the offer from the delightful lady in my life to “watch what you like, there is nothing on”. It was in these circumstances I chose to watch “Richard Bacon’s Beer and Pizza Club” on ITV4 last night.
Now there are a few clues that the show might be a bit poor prior to tuning in. The fact the show is on ITV4 is one of them. The fact that it involves Richard Bacon is another. The fact that Tim Lovejoy was on the show a further indication of the show’s potential to disappoint and generally be considered a piece of shit.
Ever since the BBC decided to take its car show “Top Gear” and no longer make it about cars but make it about “blokeish banter”, there appears to be a view among television executives that as a man I am interested in watching my fellow man engage in “blokeish banter”. I am not. If I were I’d go down a pub and actually engage in blokeish banter. The fact that I am disinclined to do so and prefer to sit on my couch with a can of cheap lager watching the telly ought to indicate that “blokeish banter” is not my cup of tea. There is a plethora of this sort of shite on TV.
A potentially interesting show about boozing called “Oz and James Drink to Britain” on telly a while back was nothing more than lazy unappealing uninformative unentertaining “blokeish banter”. Forced, scripted banter at that. I wouldn’t mind watching a show on telly about beer. Even if it was geeky and had Zak Avery in it. I’d watch it on the basis that it might be informative and interesting.
I got through about half of Richard Bacon’s Beer and Pizza Club then I put Newsnight on. What type of telly do I want to see? Filth, basically. I want to see more filth on the telly. I’m even prepared to sit through nonsense involving vampires if there is a promise of a bit of filth in it, like there is in True Blood. Either that or a football match. A proper football match, mind, with decent teams. Manchester United versus Bayern Munich. Nothing involving the likes of Scunthorpe.
Richard Bacon’s Beer and Pizza Club, it is the type of utter shit that makes turning the telly off and going to the pub appealing. Avoid as you would a toothless crack whore.