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Room 101 |
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22/07/02 (86 review reads) |
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My brain was pulsating with frustration and my hands were trembling with desire to write an op. I didn't know what about. I hadn't seen anything or read anything or even bought anything that I felt strongly enough about to construct a significant opinion on. I just wanted to write an op. Lucky for me, I came across this 'Room 101' category where I can simply complain about the things I hate and God I am loaded with hate. Heaven.
1) Dance music. House/Happy Hard-core/Trance etc. (I think you know what I mean.)
Call me narrow-minded, call me unappreciative or even plain old stupid but doesn't it all sound the same? Sure there are different denominations-hard house, trance and what not (to confirm your doubts...no I'm not informed in this field) but they seem to all be characterised with the same boring, repetitive single base-drum beat, surrounded by weird keyboard sounds and the occasional futuristic robotic voice repeating the same vocals over and over and over again repeating the same vocals over and over and over again, in a seemingly endless loop. Aaaargh!
I am by no means old fashioned and I am all for originality and creativity but this lacks just that. I'm sorry but anything you can construct in the space of 10 minutes using a simple £4.99 cd-rom program purchased from the local computer-game store does not strike me as having the credibility to be appreciated as an outstanding art form.
There are obviously people who will strongly disagree with this subjective view, as indeed the whole 1990's 'club' culture was based around this style and 'tunes' like 'There's No Limit' and I'm-blue-da-ba-di-da-ba-da (I share your pain)... reached optimum popularity. But you only have to look at the calibre of fans, with their multi-coloured plastic dummies, glo-stics and awful ecstasy-inspired dancing to realise the potential for poor judgement. Sweeping generalisations? Yes
. But this is my op.
2) Topman Shirts
When I go out, my attire nearly always has a tint of the 70's, whether it be my flared trousers, woolly-sleeveless-jumper-with-diamond-embroidery or my shirts with big collars. With this, I feel I look although satirically camp, nevertheless good whilst maintaining my individuality, which I consider to be essential. My sentiments are obviously not shared by the masses of men out proudly sporting identical shirts to the next man, particularly the shirts with the white collars.
I don't know if its just me being fussy but the thought of even a single person wearing the same shirt as me would make me seriously consider returning home to change. Picture this....200 men in a condensed space all with white-collar, checked shirts with the only variance maybe being the colour or direction of the checks. God! Whatever happened to creativity and self-expression? I think it's just our social psyche. Everyone wants to be 'down to earth' and ordinary and not deviate from the 'norm.'
3) Sunday Television
It seems that by rule, Sunday television has to be crap. We've been at work or at school or wherever else our occupation determines all week, we go shopping and go out on Saturdays, leaving Sunday, the official 'National Day of Rest' as being the day when we are all in, thus creating the biggest potential for huge audiences. So considering the television companies' on-going battle to outdo each other in terms of audience ratings, it is highly inconceivable to me how it doesn't click in their great minds that they should show something that's actually good so as to attract the large audiences.
Instead we are subjected to 'Songs of Praise,' 'Heart-beat,' Horseracing and endless boring documentaries. From recent evidence, maybe Channel 4 should be considered exempt with T4 and the Sunday night saviours that are 'The West
Wing' and Big Brother's hour-long special. But regardless, on the whole it is crap, and I use such a word with no remorse whatsoever. Take today, for instance, the Sunday upon which I sit here writing this op, as there's nothing on TV. The BBC are treating us to 'The Heaven and Earth Show,' 'Talking With Animals' and 'The Nations Favourite Prom,' while ITV, in reply, subject us to the 'delights' that are 'My Favourite Hymns,' 'Wish You Were Here' and 'The Waltons: After They Were Famous.' Catch my drift?
Sundays are gloomy in nature thus we should at least be able to seek some degree of pleasure from t' telly.
4) Sexual innuendo gags
This has got to be the cheapest form of comedy around. Much utilised by host Graham Norton on his nightly 'V. Graham Norton,' show, laughs acquired through the use of sexual innuendos are although though at times quite witty and funny, generally cheap, immature, and have a knack of becoming very tiresome. A couple of days ago, the camp one performed one of his opening jokes of which Big Brother's Tim and Alex were the subjects. It went something like:
'....and Alex said to Tim, I think you should go through the rear exit.'
Ok, admittedly slightly amusing, but definitely not such as to raise the resulting animated, guffawing from the receiving audience (do you get it? audience?receiving? Exactly!) . For a supposedly adult audience, such humour with its school-playground qualities is truly awful.
And it's not just on TV. I recently started a job in the Motor-nsurance sector to tide me over the summer until Uni. My first week consisted mostly of training. I was paired off with another 'new-fish' and together we practised taking insurance claims whereby we had to describe to the best of our ability the accident in question. My colleague was the creator of such 'genius' descri
ptions as:
'The policy holder took the third party from behind'
and
'He rammed into her really hard'
At first, I laughed. I mean its basic politeness principle isn't it? To which the desired response wasn't gained. Instead of stopping, satisfied he had achieved the laugh that he so required, he carried on and on with his sexual innuendos until he eventually received a stinging rebuke from myself. It's not funny!
And that, for now is the end of my room 101 list. I assure you there's more, which I'll be sure to complain about when I've nothing better to do. Probably next Sunday.
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