Not for aesthetic reasons I think:
The President of Turkmenistan has ordered “ugly” satellite dishes to be removed from people\’s homes in the capital, in a flamboyant gesture reminiscent of his eccentric predecessor.
Can\’t have the proles seeing what the outside world is like now, can we?
So, err, what was this programme then?
It must have been in the mid seventies, 74-77 ish. There was a kid’s drama, it must have been BBC – we were a beeb house, not an ITV house, oh, yes, there was a big difference – and I think it was a series.
It was set in industrial England, the midlands or Manc or somewhere. And something apocolyptic had happened, but it wasn’t obvious… something to do with the electricity… pylons were heavily featured… something in the same vain as the Triffids where nothing really looked different at first, except for the mad blind people all stumbling around the place and a few big pot plants.
And there was a kid who was trying to get home.
And he/she joined a group of Sikhs (at least the men in the group were eastern, bearded and be-turbanned) who were either also trying to get somewhere or trying to leave somewhere and they walked across England trying to get… there. And that’s all I remember now.
I don\’t normally see much TV but just caught 10 minutes or so of something on Sky while fleaing (or is that defleaing?) the dogs. No idea what it was called mind.
But it was about how to sell your house.
I thought all the shows were about how to buy a house, or how to do one up? Something\’s changed if they\’re telling you about how to sell it, hasn\’t it?
Is this what they call a tipping point?
Or am I simply laughably ill informed about popular culture (or TV, to taste)?
Finally, we find out why they\’re all like that:
While preparing for my first Question Time last night, talking to former panellists, I discovered a strata of politics I didn’t know existed. With five million viewers it’s the most-watched political TV programme and is taken incredibly seriously by all parties. Blair expected his Cabinet to do it, and face the public (although one G. Brown never did). “Clear the whole day for it,” one Shadow Cabinet member advised me. “No lunch, no nothing, just prepare”. Some of the advice was chemical (half a beta blocker to calm the nerves, it turns out, is a trick of the trade).
Yup, they\’re all on drugs.
I don\’t watch any TV really, (apart from the rugby) and my Portuguese isn\’t up to scratch either.
first there was "morangos com caca" full of pathetic attempts at being radical (i.e. bad haircuts and abortions).
But is there really a Portuguese TV show called "strawberrys with shit"?