Steven Dean: The Reith
“I love TV”
is a motto I live by, but Daniel thinks I’m
just an air-head, and won’t have one in the
house. “Sixty channels of shit,” he
complains, at least three times a day. Shows
just how out of touch he is. There’s far
more than that to choose from these days.
Apparently, though, in the Dark Ages, there
were only four!
Dan isn’t alone in his blinkered thinking.
Some people complain that television has
gone down the pan, that Lord Reith must be
turning in his grave. I think he was the
British Prime Minister or Home Secretary or
something, before television was invented.
(I can’t imagine no TV at all! What a
scary thought.) Anyway, Reith’s concept of
television could be summed up in three
educate, inform, entertain
(perhaps he was Education Secretary;
definitely a member of the Royal Family,
Now, I’d be the first to agree that there’s
some crap on TV, but, as far as I can see,
most of it’s rather fine.
When I was a child, Gran instilled into me a
desire to continually improve myself. It’s
something I live my life by and, therefore,
television for entertainment’s sake has
always taken a back seat. As long as it’s
educative and informative, I’m hooked.
Gran and I have always watched lots of
things together – anything and everything,
really, as our tastes are very eclectic.
Obviously, there’s only so many hours in a
day, so we like to prioritise.
Typically, our viewing week will include a
cookery show (perhaps Freaky Eaters),
political debate (say Naked in
travel show (Sex Around the World is
a must), financial programme (100 Percent
Sex is far better than listening to the
doom-and-gloom-laden Robert Peston) and a
relationship series (Snog Marry Avoid or Sex… with Mum & Dad
are both excellent). We do know how to let
our hair down, too, and always try to make
time for a good talent show (Viva’s
Off, Dance Off
is much better than the BBC’s Strictly
or an old-fashioned drama (something with a
good story to it, like
us is prudish, either.
If the fancy takes us, we’ll easily watch
something a bit more risqué; Generation
Sex or Sexcetera, for example.
Pants Off, Dance Off
we avoid at all costs, though, is the News.
These days it’s all just sex and filth!