I see our illustrious national steam television station has announced its Autumn Schedule.
Be still my beating heart!
Documentaries dripping off the walls covering every subject from the tedious to the boring. Here is a brief example that I will definitely not be setting my television to record:
- No Country for Women – a two part documentary looking at the relationship between women and the Irish State over the past 100 years, from restricting their ability to work to blocking access to fertility control.
- The Game – A definitive history of hurling in three parts
- Baz Ashmawy explores the topic of gambling in a probing new documentary
- Shergar: Thirty years on from Shergar’s infamous disappearance, this documentary charts his extraordinary story “with starring roles for an IRA supergrass who believes he knows what happened and a Sunday Telegraph racing correspondent who thought he was going to die”
- Golden: One hour documentary about couples in Ireland who have been married for over 50 years
- My Trans Life: Series following the lives of young transgender people in Ireland as they transition
- Schizophrenia: The Voices in my Head – Tracking the daily lives of Irish people living with schizophrenia
And that is just the best of the sample. You know they’re getting desperate when they have to dig up poor old Shergar?
So I move on to comedy.
Frankly there isn’t any. Except maybe for a couple of the documentaries…
Well, there is one little glimmer of hope there amongst a bad lot – Mr Mercedes, and it has Brendan Gleeson in it. I quite like him as an actor and Mr Mercedes is a Stephen King story [what which I have read]. So I downloaded that last night and started watching it. Not too bad, and it saves me having to watch it full of advertising.
The rest though is the stuff of tedium and torture. They even manage to squeeze in a programme about Daniel O’Donnell getting his house extended – the stuff of nightmares and puke buckets.
I honestly would prefer to stick rusty needles in my eyeballs.
So now I have to find something to do of an autumn evening.
Knitting? Macramé? Bridge? Origami?
Maybe I’ll give Herself a pot of paint and a brush?
Watching that paint dry would be vastly preferable.