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Writing competition - 2 - Entry C (Chris)

ENTRY C:

My Fav TV Programme

One of my fav progs is that called The priory. Note how I began that sentence: ‘Fav tv progs’ – see I am already writing like someone many years below my real age! That’s why I like the prog – it makes me feel stupid, wasted, manipulated by the tv crew – in fact typical of the young today. I cheer when told (i.e. the same time as the audience) I laff at Zoe Ball’s jokes and Theakston’s one liners (remembering the story in Private Eye about how offended he was when a former lover bemoaned his ‘little willie’).

Sometimes the Priory named after the drop-in clinic for the over-indulgent (a compulsory hazard of becoming famous) has interesting guests on. For example they interviewed Tomlinson famous for his ‘Royal’ portrayal and many years of appearances in Brookside. He managed not to look out of place sitting amongst the cream of today’s yoof.

In between interviews they have funny little games when you have to guess where/who a particular employer is and who the star-celeb was that worked with him/her. This is all done with zoom-in/out camera focus and raucous laughter from the audience.

Television programmes like this reassure me that study really is worthwhile, conscientiousness will pay dividends and that it was definitely a good idea to eat fruit and vegetable every day.

Without following that lifestyle maybe I’d be too dim to realise the banality of it all. How TFI Friday (of a similar ilk) was simply a group of presenters revolving round Chris Evans (he of ginger hair and protruding teeth) laughing at us laughing at them. We are all part of the ‘collective con’ where we stupidly laugh at one another…for being stupid. The guests would come on (including ‘Mr Ugly Man’) and Chris Evans (he of a £145m fortune) would read questions hurriedly written on a piece of card. We’d see the card, realise the amateurishness of the whole thing and laugh along with him. The audience would laugh on cue and clap incessantly. Oh what jolly fun we all have.

Truly ignorance has now become bliss – though sometimes chemically induced.