I think life is getting harder for old fogies like me. I enjoy reading my broadsheet via my iPad. I listen to the Today Programme but grizzle about poor grammar and pronunciation. I tune into TV news when I can but then run through the channels and turn off, shocked by the utter drivel with which we are fed.
The Olympics did not do much for me for reasons I have explained earlier. However, I thought I should give the Paralympics a go if only because of my general lack of interest in sport and a sneaking worry that I found the sight of disability worrying. I know this is politically incorrect but it is how I feel. I therefore felt I should try out Jon Snow’s programme on Tuesday night on the Paralympics.
He started with a lady called Katie Price who had a suntan and a cockney accent. I thought to myself: ‘the Liberal politician, Chris Huhne, had a wife called “Price”‘ and I wondered if this was the lady. Google soon told me it was not. This Katie Price was apparently previously known as “Jordan” which I thought was a country and Google was soon telling me that this lady – hardly an appropriate word – had taken no contraceptive precautions while sleeping with a long list of men. That was when I reached for the OFF button.
Google subsequently told me that the Chris Huhne lady was Vicky Pryce with a “y”. She is the ex-wife of the Liberal ex-Minister and they are still disputing which of them was driving a car at the time of a road traffic offence – as are the local police. I am sure both the Jordan Price and the Huhne Pryce would be mortified that I could not tell them apart but I am afraid I could not
What is my message from this? I think it is my horror at popular culture. I have little knowledge of current pop or film culture and am unashamed of this. When I read of the escapades of a tart named Jordan or Price or whatever, I wonder why people are addicted to this prurient gossip? When I stumble across the tacky quiz shows, home makeovers committted to making a fast buck for tacky couples and the soulless garbage that is served up on TV, I wonder what a visiting Martian would make of our cultural descent? Just occasionally, we are treated to a wonderful example of TV at its best but it is sadly rare among a morass of unadulterated garbage.