I agree with everything you have just written! Why is that piece of shit still going?! To me it ranks up there with My Family and that Jasper Carrot sit-com where his whole family was some kind of politically correct nightmare and it had a disabled kid in a wheel-chair with a Stephen Hawking style voice-box who they gave all the jokes to.
Fair comment. The last one I really liked was The Squid Of Despair which probably supports your position more than mine (since I can't remember which series it was in). Also, series 1 wasn't actually all that good so maybe we could agree on 2 to 6.
I basically just got tired of all the massive discontinuities that they never bothered to tie up. Whatever did happen to Jim and Bexley? Won't somebody *please* think of the children!
I think the continued existence of this show is down to the fact that there are more people in the world like my brother than like me. Ie. people who probably view this show as an endearing, even poignant slice of life. People who laugh and (pretend not to) cry at the rollercoaster ride provided by this window into the lives of Gaz, Baz, Shaz, Taz, Daz, Laz, Zaz, Xaz, Æaz and the rest of the crazy gang.
So what's the answer? Stop watching? No my friend, surely you jest? I say we go down to TV centre during a taping of this show (how much demand can there be to get tickets?) and just KILL THEM ALL. All the actors, writers, producers, the director, several of the camera crew, one boom mic operator, that kid that fetches Ralf Little his danish during breaks, and hell, why not, as many members of the studio audience as we can take out. With knives. Big fucking knives.
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I basically just got tired of all the massive discontinuities that they never bothered to tie up. Whatever did happen to Jim and Bexley? Won't somebody *please* think of the children!
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So what's the answer? Stop watching? No my friend, surely you jest? I say we go down to TV centre during a taping of this show (how much demand can there be to get tickets?) and just KILL THEM ALL. All the actors, writers, producers, the director, several of the camera crew, one boom mic operator, that kid that fetches Ralf Little his danish during breaks, and hell, why not, as many members of the studio audience as we can take out. With knives. Big fucking knives.
Now that's what I call downsizing at the BBC.
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