And that's the really important fact that is being forgotten here - that there are LOADS of TV shows out there masquerading as trustworthy historical documentaries and brainwashing us all. For example...
Michael Gove got loads of press at the start of the week when he criticised Blackadder. Maybe that's unfair. Not the criticism he got - the focus on Blackadder. After all it wasn't the only TV show he mentioned in the Mail - he actually wrote, referring to the First World War: "The conflict has, for many, been seen through the fictional prism of dramas such as Oh! What a Lovely War, The Monocled Mutineer and Blackadder, as a misbegotten shambles - a series of catastrophic mistakes perpetrated by an out-of-touch elite."
And that's the really important fact that is being forgotten here - that there are LOADS of TV shows out there masquerading as trustworthy historical documentaries and brainwashing us all. For example...
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It's Lent. In spite of attending Catholic schools, which seem to be quite hot on it, since the age of 7 I have never done anything for Lent. My own Baptist church never seemed to get too het up about it either. So it wasn't until last year I acknowledged and did something for the 40 days run up to the Easter weekend. What did I do? I helped start up the Brighton Feminist Collective's project 40 Days of Treats, a counter action to 40 Days for Life prayer vigils. Inspired by a project going on elsewhere in the country, we decided we wanted to do something similarly supportive that wouldn't cause a ruckus. It involved the collective delivered flowers, cakes and cards to the staff at our local Bpas clinic to show our appreciation as the 40 Days of Prayer and Abort 67 protested outside. It was peaceful. Apart from the time I started a ruckus. Well, I didn't start it. I and a plastic foetus were somehow at the centre of a tiny ruckus. A ruckuslette, if you will, as I delivered cake. Image: Thomas Hawk A hirsute being with lips that don't quite meet and eyes with no whites contemplates the sea. "Hey guys, let's walk into the ocean and live there" the being seems to sign to the others. And they do. Cue swift evolution and mermaids, or aquatic apes if we're being scientific here WHICH WE TOTALLY ARE. This is the scene Animal Planet used to convince viewers of their pseudocumentary that mermaids could be real. Actors, wearing what look suspiciously like costumes left over from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, portrayed our ape ancestors apparently making conscious choices regarding evolution for Animal Planet's Mermaids: The Body Found. This was convincing enough to prompt some to demand the Truth from The National Ocean service, who disappointingly released a statement saying: "No evidence of aquatic humanoids has ever been found" First of all I love everything about This is England, the film, and the TV series ’86 and ’88. I love any soundtrack that jumps from 99 Red Balloons to a Smiths song. I love that it’s improvised and I love that people constantly answer the front door with no trousers on. I love how it’s shot (if you want to know more about that read this) But most of all I love Smell. Oh Smell. In a gang of Skinheads she’s New Romantic, amongst aggressive behaviour she seems half asleep and out of all the gang she asks a 12 year old boy if he wants to suck her tits. AAAH! Birthday Dalek! Flee! So Doctor Who has just turned 48 (yes, yes I know it was 23rd November but I don’t think I’ve ever got anyone a card on time). If the show was a person it’d be worrying about the upcoming Big Five-Oh, eyeing up sports cars and reminiscing about its life so far. Which is exactly what I’m going to do… The show is now part of the family (although based on the number of children it has traumatised it’d probably be the creepy uncle that nobody likes to talk about) – you’d be hard pushed to find anyone in the UK who wasn’t aware of the basic premise even if you managed to find someone who’d never seen an episode. The characters are burnt into the public consciousness, even if they are slightly out of date (the Doctor hasn’t worn a long scarf in 30 years. He wears bowties now. Bowties are cool), so much so that the police force recently lost a court case to the BBC over the image rights for police boxes. So, there are rumours that a Doctor Who movie may be in the works. I mean, there are always rumours that a Doctor Who movie is in the works (anyone remember the one featuring Johnny Depp that would be “out by Christmas” about 5 years ago?), but this one has more legs than usual. You may also have heard that a lot of people are not in favour of this movie. “Why?” I hear you ask –“that sounds like a fantastic idea!” Well let me explain... BBC television centre October is Black History month and the BBC is airing its Mixed Race Season. In a special guest post Aniwaa Buachie shares her personal take on the season. The BBC has decided to broadcast a season of programmes documenting the rise of mixed race people in Britain. When I first heard about this season, I couldn’t help but feel slightly offended by this gesture. Having watched the BBC all my life, I rarely ever see any drama or a season dedicated to a particular ethnic group. The BBC fails to explore the experiences of Black, Asian and East Asian people, yet these are the genes that contribute to the rise of mixed race people. I wonder as to why they could even think that producing a season dedicated to a particular ethnic group is something to be proud of? you see? RELATABLE The interweb is a buzz about the three brand new episodes of Absolutely Fabulous due in time for the 20th anniversary of the show. I loved the first couple of series when I first watched it in the 90s and I don't mind telling you I still find those episodes funny now. Only instead of laughing because “haha, mobile phones?! Cosmetic surgery?! Well I never!” we now laugh because “haha, I identify!” I should probably begin this by making a confession. I love dressing up. Not just for parties but for every single day. No matter what the occasion I always choose clothes from the floordrobe with a specific era in mind. So imagine my pernickety pain as I bore witness to freshers week partygoers heading to 80s themed parties and interpreting the decade that spawned them as a whirl of neon lycra gym gear and nothing else. No Thatcher, no Carebears no Charlene Robinson from Neighbours even. I watched these parties go by and my first thought “Why was I not invited?” was always followed, (rather answering my question) by, “Geez! Can we please bring some VERISIMILLITUDE to this 80s fancy dress mess?” I happen to know the 80s is well documented on Google. There's no excuse.
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