In which I overinvest in kiddies' TV rather than deal with my own problems
I'm worried about Postman Pat. He's not been himself at all since the Post Office gave him the push in 2000 for not fitting in with their corporate image. Even though he's managed to get another job with the Special Delivery Service, it's like the heart went out of him when he left the Royal Mail, and it's really miserable to watch. We usually give the wee one a cartoon or two off BBC's iPlayer around teatime, and they've been on the Special Delivery Service episodes for a couple of weeks now. I used to enjoy the Postman Pat cartoons in a sappy, harmless kind of way, as he trundled round Greendale in his red van, delivering post and saving the day. But no more. These days I find myself muttering "please,Pat, please don't screw up today!" when the theme music comes on. But he usually does screw up. He always just about gets the job done in the end, but the Special Delivery Service episodes are full of worried people looking at watches and phoning the depot, and a lot of the time due to avoidable human error, which would have been unthinkable in his old job. He even mislaid a teddy for a baby, and lower than that you can't go.
I was going to say a lot more on the subject, but I find that this blog entry by Grumpydaddy says much of what I wanted to say, in a lot more detail. Though personally I think the stuff about Sara and her "evening other job" is a bit over the top myself, and missing the point besides, as so often happens in fandom once man-woman stuff gets dragged into the discussion.
What matters is this: the one true love of Pat Clifton's life was the Post Office, and they threw him away and broke his heart.
What is to be done?
I was going to say a lot more on the subject, but I find that this blog entry by Grumpydaddy says much of what I wanted to say, in a lot more detail. Though personally I think the stuff about Sara and her "evening other job" is a bit over the top myself, and missing the point besides, as so often happens in fandom once man-woman stuff gets dragged into the discussion.
What matters is this: the one true love of Pat Clifton's life was the Post Office, and they threw him away and broke his heart.
What is to be done?