MTV Flux?

 

 What the Flux is up with that? I increasingly see things on television that I don’t understand and this is a further one.

 

You know what I am talking about, all those adverts/programs/channels that look really good but you don’t know what they are talking about.

 

It is becoming more often than not that I see an advert on television. Very Impressive, good graphics, brilliant design, extremely funny but if only I knew what it was advertising, or what the point of the channel was I might be tempted to buy the product or watch the channel if only I knew what the point of it was.

 

The channel used to be VH2 and then they axed it. God only knows why. Now they have music video’s on it that I’ve never heard of and blogs that people have written and pictures of their cats. I’ve got two cats, Gary and Joyce, but in the nineties everyone would have a web page with pictures of their cats on that people generally wouldn’t care about. That is why I wouldn’t waste the time putting them on the internet or television. The thing with worldwide and satellite media is that now anyone can express themselves.

 

The internet is about free speech, pornography and the exchange and sale of other peoples ideas, I don’t care if you live in Michigan and have a cat called tiddles and a dog called bubbles.

 

If people pulled their heads from their backsides and communicated on a human level they would reach more people. Art is expressive and extremely personal. Mass media isn’t called so because it reaches people on a personal level.

 

Cheaters – Reality TV

 

This show is great, if a tad immoral. I was watching a program about the worlds most extreme television. This was voted the worlds worst relationship based program, in terms of extremity, and not in terms of entertainment.

 

The basic layout is, you think your partner might be being unfaithful, so you call up these guys, they get a load of private detectors and lawyers to follow your partner around. Luckily for us viewers they only put the one’s on where people have actually been unfaithful. They then collate the evidence, and show it to the scorned party. They then all meet up for a dignified chat a settle their differences in a calm and relaxed manor in pleasant settings (they have a huge scrap in a car park and someone always gets the s**t kicked out of them) and then they all leave and everyone knows where they stand.

 

It simplifies the basis of human relationships and despite it’s extreme methods, my belief is that it’s message of fidelity is an important one. It serves as a reminder that one must fulfil their obligations of temperance and virtue.

 

Cheaters is on Zone Reality most nights if you fancy a gander.

 

Robin Hood, The new series

 

There has been a lot of hype about this. There is a lot to live up to. They have axed Friar Tuck who was an integral part of the story.

 

No doubt it will anger a lot of people from Yorkshire who claim Robin Hood as their own and claim it was in fact Barnsdale Forest near Doncaster where the story happened. It would tie in a lot with some archaeological findings. However, what people fail to realise is that both Barnsdale and Sherwood Forest were, in those days, in Nottinghamshire.

 

To examine the facts correctly, Locksley (Loxley) is close to modern day Wakefield. Hathersage, Edale and Hope have been where the graves of some of the characters have been found and that is close to Sheffield.

 

Nonetheless, the legend is an ever popular one, and I believe that whatever your heritage, whether it be South Yorkshire or Nottinghamshire, feel privileged that you can claim Robin Hood heritage.

 

Leanne’s way of looking at it is that whilst he was born, and raised in Yorkshire, his presence at Ye Olde Tryp to Jerusalem in Nottingham is documented as are many of his adventures in North Nottinghamshire.

 

Nottingham is of course famous for three Robin’s, Robin Hood, Robin Redbreast, and Nottingham is of course most famous for it’s Robbin’ Bastards.

 

To back that up, today at Sneinton Market I was stung by a bee. I swore at the bee, £20 for a jar of honey, extortion.

 

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