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Discussion in 'Television' started by hbk4894, Jul 26, 2014.
Made in Chelsea.
Anything to do with cooking, baking, gutting fish or...... well.... anything that's got a chef or a baker in it.
All the celebrity or wannabe celebrity bullshit.
Pack of ****s.
X Factor - bigging up talentless shysters does nothing for me.
The spoon players who came 11th on Opportunity Knocks look like international superstars by comparison.
There are certain people who would buy dog turds by the 'barrow load if you told them it was cool to do so. Most of them watch X Factor.
By the way, X Factor is pointless ****e
Any reality show including Made in Chelsea, Geordie Shore, Big Brother. Horrible ****s becoming z list celebs, nauseating.
Be easier to list the ones I like. Agree with all of the above. I also have a particular dislike of Noel ****ing Edmonds. The very sight of his inane grinning mug, and the minute he opens his mouth and tries to patronise all and sundry, I get this almost overwhelming urge to place my boot squarely through the screen.
Dedicated to Cheryl why aye
anything that the Missus watches.
normally food programmes, Big F****** Brother, Celebrity whatever, and the X-Factor crap.
just as well I don't watch the same TV.
Conversation at work went something like this:
Irritating Female Colleague: "Did you watch the Great British Bake Off final?"
Me: "No I didn't."
Irritating Female Colleague: "Oh you should have, it was really great."
Guessing - correctly - that Irritating Female Colleague: wants me to say something like "What happened, then?" so she can then rattle off about it for the next half hour, I reply:
Me: "I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in this programme. I didn't watch it, I didn't want to watch it, I have no interest in it and I don't want to know what happened.
Irritating female colleague: "Well, it was like this.............." She starts talking but before she can get to the end of the first sentence I cut in:
Me: "Please stop talking about this programme." I told you I don't want to hear about it. What part of that didn't you understand?"
Irritating female colleague: "What IS your problem..?" Stalks off in a huff
Half an hour later:
Boss: "XXXX can you come in here, please" I go into his office and shut the door
Me: What's this about?"
Boss: "XXXX says you got a strop in with her. You threatened her and she's so upset she's had to take the rest of the afternoon off."
Me: "I didn't threaten her, I simply asked her to stop wasting my time talking about a television programme that I am totally not interested in hearing about."
Boss: "Well, you've upset her. You'll have to apologise."
This is how these anally retentive cretins work. There is an unwritten rule that fans of **** TV have to be indulged in their mindless, moronic addictions. Not to do so is deemed to be antisocial or at the very least politically incorrect.
In future, if any of these imbeciles come anywhere near me and starts talking about some soap opera, reality TV show, pro/am dance competition or other such crap, I am going to feign an epileptic seizure and insist on having three days off for recovery.
PS..... None of the women at work are talking to me right now. Bliss.
What utter bellends.
Same for Geordie shore.
OMG, it's totes amaze!
How come these people have so much money? One of the greatest unsolved mysteries of the modern age.
Almost everything on TV these days. It's much easier to make a list of programmes I really like. Probably no more than half a dozen.
Who's in that?
Anything with Jools Holland.
6 people. The clue is in the title.
most of the **** on ci channel
Most TV is utter sh*te.
Take "Silent Witness". Posh bird Emilia Fox is a pathologist. She cuts up dead bodies. Like the famous Sir Bernard Spilsbury - much referred to in any reports of famous criminal cases of the early 20th century.
But no, she doesn't just cut up bodies. She attends crime scenes with response officers, she does CSI, she monitors police interviews, she attends police briefings. What an allrounder
Just how far can they stretch credibility? Just how far can we suspend our disbelief? Come on BBC how much sh*te can you justify?