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13
Dec
12

Patrick Moore – When TV mattered

Patrick Moore

Patrick Moore

The astronomer Patrick Moore died on the 9th December. Like many people my age, as a kid, I often argued with my parents about why I should be allowed stay up late to watch The Sky At Night. Pre satellite TV and pre Internet it was one of my few tenuous links to the world of astronomy and I would relish the grainy and blurred photos while Mr. Moore explained their import. His style was to the point. He studied the stars but he was not starry eyed and doubted that we would come across alien life any time soon. His appeal lay in his intelligence and enthusiasm. He was passionate about astronomy but he didn’t patronise his audience. He assumed that we were as intelligent and well informed as himself and we were forced to pay attention to keep up. They don’t make TV like that anymore.

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28
Jul
12

The Stan and Eddie Fan Club

Hilda, Eddie and Stan

Hilda, Eddie and Stan

When I was about 19 I shared a house with a couple of friends. When we were not working we spent most of our time in the pub. We formed a loose drinking group named The Stan and Eddie Fan Club after Stan Ogden and Eddie Yeats in Coronation Street.
Stan Ogden was played by Bernard Youens who died some years back. Eddie Yeates was played by Geoffrey Hughe who went on to play Onslow in Keeping Up Appearances a part very reminiscent of Stan. Sadly Geoffrey Hughes died yesterday at the age of 68.

Along with Stan and Eddie in Corrie, there was, of course, the indomitable and super realistic Hilda Ogden, played by Jean Alexander. In my youth, these three formed the only thread of fun and interest in a very dull soap opera. Who can forget Hilda’s “murial” or the storyline where Stan thought he may be allergic to beer? Stan and Eddie were true pub drinkers, happiest when they had a pint in their hands and a bar to lean on. We wont see there like again.

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15
Dec
11

Black Mirror

Black Mirror

Black Mirror

Last Sunday (11th December 2011) I watched the second program in the series Black Mirror on Channel 4. I’d seen a bit of a buzz about Black Mirror on Twitter but refused to get lured in. Partly this may have been because it was created by Charlie Brooker and I have ambivalent opinions of Mr. Brooker. Yes, he is funny and can be quite sharp but I’ve sometimes thought his antics a bit contrived.

Sunday’s episode was entitled 15 Million Merits and portrayed a society where people are doomed to spend their lives either sitting in cubicles playing dumb video games, watching dumb TV and cycling on treadmills to produce electricity to run the videos and TV.

In this world, nothing is physical. The screens cover entire walls, floors and ceilings. People who are overweight occupy a lower class and wander around cleaning up after the game players. Each player gains credits and may use these to dismiss advertisements or collect their credits for a chance to audition for a X-factor style show and potentiality become famous and escape the treadmill. One guy decides to try and make a difference and, by threatening suicide at an audition, is allowed to rage against the machine on prime time TV. The inevitable result is that he impresses the panel with his passion and is employed to rage away twice a week on a video channel.

A pretty obvious reflection of western society as it is today. Overdone for effect but nonetheless fairly literal. Even the rebel who is absorbed into the system is a well understood phenomena and we’ve seen this again and again from Mick Jagger’s knighthood to Bryan Ferry’s adverts for Marks and Spencer.

However, I was impressed with Black Mirror, not so much for it’s originality, but because it restated the ideas in stark and contemporary terms. It’s storyline was tight and without needless decoration. It is all too easy in consumerist society to be drawn in by the hype. We consider we are being ironic but slowly slowly we start to believe the hype. Slowly we think we really NEED a 4 by 4. Slowly we start to doubt our ideals. Perhaps we’re just out of touch. Perhaps the winners of X-Factor are real artists? Perhaps Deal or No Deal is an engaging game show.

The prediction of Science Fiction are never true but what good Science Fiction does is to hold up a mirror to our civilisation and show us the absurdity of our lives. The world of Black Mirror is not in our immediate future yet it is close enough in many respects to remind us that we are all being duped. Mr. Brooker has produced a fantastic piece of television, in this episode at least, and I look froward to next Sunday’s program.

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10
Nov
11

Fast Always On Internet Everywhere & The Death Of Television

and remove the plug from it's socket

and remove the plug from it's socket

Next year analogue terrestrial TV in the UK is to be shut down. I like to think of this as The Death Of Television and hope that it will occur at midnight, after they have played the National Anthem, the screen has gone dead and the bloke has reminded us to switch off our sets and remove the plug from the socket. We will then have to take up Digital TV if we want to continue to endure the mindless drivel currently delivered by our existing apparatus.

With the Death Of Television, radio “bandwidth” will be freed up and the question arises (to misquote Churchill): To what use will it be put?

The Death Of Radio is not going so smoothly. The BBC goes through phases of telling us that the roll out of Digital Audio Radio (DAB) is almost complete and pretty soon they are going to switch off FM. After the ensuring uproar from various Radio 4 listeners living in peat bogs on Dartmoor the Beeb go a bit quiet for a while but are usually back a few months later claiming it is nearly finished again.

Personally I think DAB may have been an enormous, publicly funded, blunder (EPFB). Yes, we all know that you can shove more rubbish down a DAB transmission than you can down AM or FM but the truth is that no cars have DAB radios and the quality and reliability of FM re-transmitters is appalling.

I am always bemused to hear some, otherwise intelligent, BBC boffin banging on about the superiority of DAB and then suggesting that we use FM re-transmitters to receive it in our cars. They’re TALKING BOLLOCKS. It’s a non starter.

I rant, as is my want, but I have a point. I believe that, “the way forward”, (as our poor corporatised youth have been taught to talk about the future as if we are actually on a well planned journey somewhere rather than merely meandering around aimlessly grasping at straws on a our way to God knows where) is to, not only close down analogue TV, but to close down DAB too. And I wouldn’t stop there. Shut down AM, shut down FM. No more Short Wave Lilliiburlero to the Commonwealth, no more radio controlled toy cars and aeroplanes. Take away the police walky talkies. Let the Ambulance radios fall silent. Abolish VHF at sea. Bluetooth, traffic information, throw the master switch on the lot. Shut it all down.

Has Jones taken leave of his senses you ask? Is Talking Bollocks now advocating complete anarchy? There will be questions in The House.

But wait, there is method in my madness. I suspect that the allocation of radio bandwidth has taken place in a fairly piecemeal way since the origin of radio and we are now in a position where a selection of rival technologies compete for bandwidth.

This sort of thing happens with all technologies. The infrastructure evolves ad hoc during a learning phase and then, once it’s all pretty much understood, it’s time for a redesign taking into account all that has been learned.

Why not discontinue all technologies save one? Why not use a single technology for everything? I am suggesting that some kind of packet radio, such as used by Wifi or GPRS, would be capable of handling TV, Radio, walky-talkies and everything else if it just had enough bandwidth.

If we free up the bandwidth currently used by everything else we can allocate it all to packet radio and have Fast Always On Internet Everywhere. (FAOIE). You want to watch a film? Download via The Internet. You want to watch BBC1? Connect via The Internet. You want to fly your model aeroplane? Set up an Internet connection. Does a hospital need to talk to an Ambulance? Use Skype.

Abolish broadcast and embrace multicast and unicast.

OK, OK, this may not be completely practical. There are probably reasons that Bluetooth uses the frequency it does and I expect that Jodrell Bank will insist on certain dead zones for radio astronomy but you get the idea. Use all the bandwidth for wireless Internet and use the Internet for all communications.

The only limitation would become: is there enough bandwidth for every human and every autonomous device? Good question.

I guess it depends how closely they pack us.

03
Nov
11

Life In A Day

Just watched Life In A Day on BBC2. To quote Wikipedia: “Life in a Day is a crowdsourced documentary film comprising an arranged series of video clips selected from 80,000 clips submitted to the YouTube video sharing website, the clips showing respective occurrences from around the world on a single day, July 24, 2010.”

There were some beautiful scenes in the film.  Modern techo civilisation juxtaposed alongside natural pastoral scenes. Happy children and street violence. The early morning rituals of washing and brushing of teeth from all over the world. What appeared to start as a fairly small scale personal film gradually expanded to something more reminiscent of Koyaanisqatsi. As various points people answered set questions. Who do you love? What do you fear?

Though the film is crowd sourced, I rate it as good as many conventional documentaries and it is a credit to National Geographic Films that they chose to distribute it. The collecting, understanding, editing and of so many individual bits of video must have been a real challenge (as well as an exciting opportunity) and it seems that production was by Ridley Scott’s company Scott Free Productions. I find the idea of crowd sourced video interesting. Perhaps it is a little like samling with music. Here we have 80,000 bits of video by amateurs edited together into a great film. As technology advances the low level stuff gets routine and, with this film, it is the editing and, perhaps, the initial envisioning, where the true artistry lies?

Films like this show up Hollywood’s lack of imagination and insipid reliance on technique.

Apologies for the advert at the beginning of this video.

02
Oct
11

OP Hotel & Trattorias

OP Hotel

OP Hotel

First impressions of the OP Hotel on Viale Oceano Pacifico in Rome were good. Clean open entrance. Polite efficient reception staff. The bathroom was clean and modern with a bidet, a stylish square wash basin, fantastically large shower head and tiny soap bars in tiny plastic wrappers which are all but impossible to remove without a bit of stabbing from the nearest metal object which, in this case, was my front door key.

The floor in the main room impressed me too as it was made from some kind of matting material which was both solid underfoot without the feet slapping, suction capabilities of polished tiles.

In German and British hotels I have noted that the windows never open more than an inch and I expect that this is because at some date in the remote past someone either jumped or fell. Since that day the health and safety medleocrats have insisted that we live behind glass, protected from ourselves like butterflies nailed to a display case. One may as well outlaw balconies and, for all I know, they have.

By contrast the Italians couldn’t give a stuff if you want to jump out a window and so I swung the window wide and let in the warm September air.

There was, of course, the usual palaver with finding a light switch. Unlike all other buildings, hotels the world over have wall lights activated by switches placed at random throughout the room. The OP Hotel is no exceptions; on either side of the bed were a row of six switches which I slid and pushed in vain because most of them were mere blanks where the rocker switch should be. When I did discover a switch which moved it appeared to do nothing or perhaps a light illuminated on the other side of the room. Annoying as this was, one can’t mark them down for this as it is common to every hotel in the world.

Switching on the TV I played around with the remote control for a while. In the UK we are given the impression that the BBC is something special, renown throughout the world yet more and more I see TV channels from far and wide in foreign hotels. CNN of course but now Russian English language TV with their blatant and repetitive propaganda. Indeed their only program seemed to be about the ill treatment of Russians who’s families had emigrated to Estonia in the days of the Soviet Union.

Unable to find any switch to extinguish the remaining light I pulled the plug out of the wall and went to bed.

Girasole

Girasole

The next day I had lunch at a Trattoria named Girasole on Via dei Minatori. My colleagues informed me that a Trattoria is an inexpensive causal restaurant. An excellent idea. The Girasole provides a limited menu of good Italian food at a fair price. It reminded me of The Trevi on Highbury Corner where I used to eat when contracting up in London and if I recall rightly that is run by Italians.

In the evening  I discovered the hotel restaurant. Small and functional but more to feed the occasional business traveller than to entertain. The area around the hotel offers very little and the area is obviously still under development. However, a short walk brings one to a large shopping mall. The décor of Euroma 2 may be somewhat gaudy to the Anglo Saxon eye but it has numerous shops and restaurants and free wifi at Re Basilico restaurant. Euroma 2 is listed as being on Via Cristoforo Colombo but there is no need to walk all the way around as a new road cuts directly through to the main entrance.

In twenty minutes to half an hour it is possible to walk to the EUR Palasport metro station which is only a few stops and one Euro from the Coliseum. I took a taxi to EUR Palasport and had dinner in town then got the metro back and walked from the station. It was extremely warm and as I wondered through a small unlit park I noticed people lounging around. Being English I expected these were reprobates but as I approached one greeted me with “Buonasera” and further on I realised that these were mainly couples enjoying the evening. Not just youngsters; a more seasoned gentlemen approaching my own age sat with his legs up chatting with his senorita.

Approaching the OP Hotel I was interested to see various young ladies standing by the roadside on their own or in couples. Enjoying the night air I expect.

OP Hotel
Viale Oceano Pacifico, 165
00144 – Rome

Ristorante Pizzeria Girasole
Via dei Minatori, 23 (EUR)
00143 Roma

Trevi Restaurant
16-18 Highbury Corner,
Highbury,
London,
N5 1RD

07
Feb
11

Outcasts – Stop shouting and have a cup of tea?

Outcasts - where did we pack the tea?

Outcasts - where did we pack the tea?

This evening saw the first episode of Outcasts, a new Science Fiction series on BBC1 starring Hermione Norris.

The concept is good, an apparently empty planet named Carpathia awaits a ship from Earth bringing escapes from a nuclear holocaust – We haven’t had a post holocaust escapade in a while have we?

The ship is the last to escape and is having problems landing. Meanwhile on Carpathia the obligatory angry tosser insist on carrying a gun and going around shouting at everyone. Yes, the script relied on the usual blend of contrived aggression and shouting.

There is brief mention of sinister others who have been eradicated to make way for the human arrivals though we are led to believe that some may have survived and this probably lays the groundwork for future episodes.

Mainly the action takes place outside amongst some fantastic scenery though there is the usual control centre replete with numerous computer screens and silly slidey doors.
The program ended with the deserved death of shouty man on the planet’s surface and the ship breaking up as it re-enters the planet’s atmosphere. Amongst the final shots was a one of shouty man in some kind of escape capsule. Is this a flashback or did this obstruction to an intelligent series survive?

The program has promise though I do hope they can all calm down and consider the wonder and potential of their situation.

Worst line so far: “Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere else?”

01
Feb
11

cunts fashionable with newsmen but fuck more popular

So we’re off again. This time it’s Jeremy Paxman falling into the dreaded cunt trap when saying cuts, cuts, cuts on Newsnight.

While watching one of these stand up comedy programs a week or so ago it seemed to me that the comedians seemed desperate to prove their foul mouth credentials. In fact, they were not even that foul mouthed, but merely sprinkled their rhetoric with the word “fucking”. Don’t get me wrong I have no aversion to fucking swearing but I was reminded of a friend from my youth who used to use the word “fucking” prior to every noun. In his eyes many people were “fucking cunts” but one day he became so excited that he referred to someone as a FUCKING fucking cunt. I still find this amusing today because he’d merged the term fucking cunt into a single “ngram” so that the term still needed an additional adjective to kick it off.

Flicking through the Independent web site the other day I stumbled upon a Julie Burchill article entitled Say goodbye to the Enlightenment. We are living in the age of goatsuckers

I admit that I found the article virtually unreadably. It could have been that I was tired but I really could not be bothered to go back and reread it. I do recall the following phrase “….from teenage girls who are free to fuck when and who they want for the first time in history….”.

The word fuck drew my attention. I don’t think that it was because of any obscene connotations but because of the causal use of slang in a main stream newspaper. Not that I have anything to boast about in this regard.

Interestingly Google Ngram viewer shows that, as far as literature is concerned, the term cunt has been growing in popularity since the 1960s roughly following the popularity curve of tits and wanker. Bastard has long been popular and bum has been growing in popularity but the real star performer here is the word fuck. Fuck has shot up in popularity and is now more used even than bastard. This is comforting as it is in accord with my own experience of TV stand up comedy shows. Odd then that serious news presenters seemed to have become obsessed with cunts.

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