Mar 11, 2006 16:31
Has anyone noticed what a shaky premise this whole "TV Licensing" debacle is?
We've just got a threatening letter from the TV Licensing authority, stating that if we don't pay up soon, we're liable to be searched, and taken to court. As someone who watches about 10 minutes of TV (if that) a week, who possesses a television to use my PS2, I think this is a bit bloody rich.
Come on, it's the major source of the BBC's income, I hear you say. So, what's your point? I don't watch BBC stations, in fact, the closest thing to a regular station that I'll watch is Channel 4. I'm surprised the other channels haven't done a number on the Beeb for scaring viewers away. Let's face it- if you read the Times and were expected to pay for other newspapers just to legally read it, you'd be outraged. Would you continue to buy the Times? I wouldn't, I'd just retreat to the internet as a matter of principle. This isn't an oligopoly, so why should the other stations be content to allow the BBC to parasitize them? Also, yes, I did steal that analogy from Jonathan Miller's campaign.
If the BBC wants a true measure of the importance and perceived value of their service, they should, in my opinion, instantly move their channels to Digital, and charge those who use Digital instead. I'm not being ambiguously branded a criminal for refusing to pay for a channel I never watch. What're they spending the money on anyway? Well, as far as I see it, steadily more schizophrenic episodes of Eastenders (that appear to have been penned by the jibbing hand of a 15-year meth head), and funky intermission screens involving bollywood dancers, ahem, "Wheelchair hip-hop", and R&B*. Oh, check you, TV execs, way to express some wide-ranging, unifying appeal. You hunger for that next level. After all, it's political correctness if you patronize the minorities and give desperate modern artists that podium on which to make utter cocks of themselves.
Oh, I know that there are some quality programs on BBC1 and 2, but they're not to my taste, as I've discovered by watching TV at my friends' houses (hyuk hyuk). Sadly "Lisping Cambridge toff speaks in length about obscure historical bunkum" isn't something I'm prepared to pay for. You can forget about me watching Top of the Pops until Queens of the Stone Age score a number one, and the regular hosts get shot dead, too.
They can pull that license out of my arse.
*If they're gonna show scope, I want some coked-up D&B fiends, a couple of moshers with more piercings than your average colander, and some terrifying tracksuited gabber skinheads. Chop chop!