Hello to all my multi-wotsit, multi-doodah chums. First off, let’s have a rant, so put the kettle on and have
a cuppa and chocolate hob-nob while you let me splutter away like colonel blimp. I don’t know when the TV advertisers became the guardians of
our morals and how we should fit into society or if its just a sign of them
doing too much acid back in the 70’s coupled with upper-class guilt. Lets face it’ these TV land advert families look nothing
like the majority of families in the UK and that is all of the same type, whether
they be Asian, Caucasian or what. It seems that most adverts nowadays look like
the cast of the Disney channel, we’ve even had adverts with blokes kissing each
other. I would also say change over the term “Virtue-Signalling” to
“Arse-Creeping” for a better description. I also think its demeaning for the
actors who are parachuted in for these “token” roles. And talking about TV, what a pile of crap. Lack of
imagination or what? “Let’s make another remake of the Three Musketeers” or
“Whisky Galore”. It seems suspiciously like we get programmes that would appeal
to the old queens – Cooking, Dancing, Gardening and Antiques. Alternatively, “let’s
do another Dickensian period piece and put a Venusian in it” that should make
all the art teachers and social workers squeal with delight. And another thing, there must be hundreds if not thousands
of people go into the acting profession each year. Are they all so piss-poor
that we only ever see the same old faces on TV? You would have thought that
production companies would have realised that overexposure makes an audience
lose interest. Another thing that niggles me is TV advertising on a paid-for
platform! Why should I pay for a channel and then have to watch adverts that
are supposed to pay for the channel? That means you are paying to watch
adverts! What a con that is. And then we have the begging adverts; “Can you give £20 a
month to support a cuckoo/whale/aardvark” talk about charity-fatigue. My fear is
that if they keep it up we will all become hardened to good causes and not give
anything at all. Until smaller groups start to produce TV over the internet
it will remain crap for some time now. I would love to see amateur dramatic
groups switch over to delivering content on Youtube. We might also get
advertising that simply sells a product and not tells us what our family should
look like. Ah, that’s better, does you good to vent your spleen. If you
don’t you’ll get spots. Anyway, I did have rather a nice Christmas with all the
traditional stuff apart from not being able to get to church and bloody annoyed
that we couldn’t have the usual family gathering. I do think though that Christmas is a time of mixed emotions
and can be quite poignant anyway when we think of all those we have lost along
the way and think of empty chairs around our tables, but we gain hope from
seeing our children and grandchildren growing and making us proud. With regard to electrical engineering I am about to get into
electric vehicle charging points as a qualification. I have been involved in
this field for some time now and have worked with companies developing smart
charging points so this is something I have been involved with for a few years
and can see a considerable demand for training, so watch this space. Getting back to Christmas Day, I must confess I am not a
Royalist. I support our Queen and think she has done a fantastic job but I
never watch “The Queens Speech”. However, when they make me a knight of the
realm, I will probably adjust my view a little. If I was doing “The Ted’s Speech” it might go something like
this: “This year was one that was
particularly unpleasant, I hope we can get this blasted virus behind us and get
back to normality as soon as possible. Spare a thought for all the Sparkies on
site in the freezing bleeding cold or those scrabbling about trying to line up
the sprockets on a ten-ton motor. Bacon sandwiches and mugs of tea don’t come
cheap so try to slide a few tenners into the pocket of the next electrician you
see. Failing that, don’t send your family fortune to that nice man in Nigeria,
but send a donation to Tedsvillainspain.com and I will send you a model of my
villa (chalk model house from St Giles Fair rifle range) along with a T Shirt
bearing an image of me in a deckchair and a monthly report bound to get lost in
the post.” Remember, this is my blog and I can be as nutty as I want. Speaking of which I received another text from Ted voice 2 on
his wind-up Motorola just a few days ago where he has informed me that unfortunately,
he didn’t find that lost city of gold in the Amazon but has undergone some form
of marriage ceremony with a member of a tribe of head-hunters. This was apparently
under some duress after been caught in-flagrante with the chief’s daughter. I’m
hoping I won’t see him for some time now, but he usually manages to reappear
smelling of roses. Oh well, time to ride off into the sunset of 2020 now. Happy trails folks. |