Midday TV

Magazine TV programmes are sometimes the one thing which may lift your spirit, that is, if you're a housewife with nothing to except clean and cook. And I have nothing against housewives. To me, anybody can do anything they like as long as nobody gets hurt. And if a woman thinks that making the window panes shine is her idea of a mission in life, then so be it. And on the rare occasions that I am home at noon, I sometimes also find myself zapping on the TV remote control which inevitably will finally sit on one of these programmes. I cannot comment on the content of these programmes because being in the TV business myself I would be accused of favouritism or unfavouritsm. But let's just say that these programme can be quite informative, and easy on the brain. So yes I would be one to watch a programme like that, perhaps not every day because it would interfere with my Maury Povich, but yes I find nothing wrong with watching. The problem is that I know that sometimes TV hosts get desperate as to the people they are going to look for, people who can deliver a good interview. Sometimes it gets so bad that I really like watching for amusement's sake. Other times I like watching because some TV hosts at least try their best. whatever it is, I am a dab hand with the TV remote control, having practised so much music has its advantages, we get very nimble with our fingers. Technique is technique no matter for what medium it is used for. And no matter how bad it gets, TV hosts are always positive, so I have at least to give them that. I wouldn't be able to do it myself, my dear twin would in a snap because he always has so many words to say. I am not a girl of many words. At least of many said words. On my faithful blog, things are different, I find myself typing about I don't know what and sometimes I have to stop myself because I could go on forever, and since I have no intention of publishing blog volumes, well I have to end it at some point. Anyhow, there is one thing getting under my skin. And it gets in even deeper if I switch on my TV and find some Sedqa/Appogg/Richmond Foundation someone telling me that they are there to help. Try the 179, nobody ever picks up. Try the 151, it's much of the same. And try Richmond whose number I don't have because it's useless anyway, I didn't get anywhere. And so it's at times like the times when they come with a sleek bob (so kitsch and so 80's) waving their hands, and trying to look very professional by touching their eyeglasses in an obsessive mode. I wear glasses too, I just wear them, not touch them 60 times in 60 seconds. There's a hint of OCD in there but anyway. And it's at times when I just want to do the Bush thing and throw my shoes at them, the problem is that it'll be my nice TV getting the blows, and my TV is way too nice and innocent to have earned that. And I love my Gucci shoes way too much. So I just sit there seething, until the seething gives way to hopelessness. It's useless, people representing agencies will always be a staple on these midday programmes. Not all are bad. Some have the best intentions. But sometimes, when you've done everything in the book, then sometimes I'm human too, and I get tired and the glass starts getting half empty.