Because of the bloody stupid Andy Murray, BBC2 has now become BBC1 and what was BBC1 has now become BBC ‘lets-eek-the-time-before-the-inevitable-failure-out’. Consequently, the one decent programme on tonight, ‘The Supersizers…’ has been cancelled.
I just sent the following to the BBC:
OK. I’m going to hold up my hand Auntie. I really don’t care if Andy ‘Tim’ Murray wins his match. I am in the minority I realise. The rest of my household loves the silly fool and cares deeply about his progress.
One thing we all agree on, however, is how much we love the Supersizers… And how we’re all capable of watching the Murray match on any one of the thousand or so *other* ways Wimbledon can be enjoyed on the BBC.
Imagine our suprise when, upon tuning in to get our weekly fix of the garrulous gastronomes, we were presented with the tail end of Panorama. Subsequent investigation revealed that, no, our digibox was not suffering from some confusion, BBC2 had indeed become BBC1.
If the BBC is going to launch BBC Murray, please have the good grace to do it sooner rather than later so that I can sit safe in the knowledge that the, already inordinately huge Wimbledon coverage, won’t be extended to quite frankly cringeworthy proportions.
Now, I know that the response to this will inevitably be ‘we decided that the Murray match was important and you are just some crotchety old fool who is probably sat at home counting his collection of interesting 1950s biscuit tins’. If not in so many words, then indeed in spirit. Well, I’ll have you know that said collection of tins is terribly interesting. If this were the One Show, we’d have a Z-list commedian or someone who was the offspring of someone else famous come and look at them. We’d have a nice little interview where I’d give a couple of soundbites that Adrian Chiles can mock in a nice gentle manner while the interchangable ‘regional presenter’ rolls her eyes.
So, BBC. Stop pandering to the stupid ‘Murray Mania’ and realise that you are providing a programme of television, i.e. a set of *different things*.
Right. Demons have be exorcised and this crotchety old man (28 years old BTW) can go back to his train set.