Some things are news. Some things urnae. This isnae.
I hate it when I haven’t had (what I consider to be) an interesting thought in about a week. It tempts me into blogging about blogging, which is a banned topic, as far as I am concerned. So I haven’t posted anything.
If only the news stations were as considerate to their viewers. Some things are news and some things aren’t. But I suppose it’s subjective. But the news shows never shut up shop and say, “We’ll be back when there’s news”. They can always think of something. And if they can’t think of something, they dust off some expert from some university to come and hypothesize about things that would happen or not, were there any news.
For one thing, sport isn’t news. It’s sport. Results of TV competitive shows are not news. Ageing celebrities (okay, celebrity) getting a tattoo isn’t news.
But then, we don’t really want news, do we? Accidents, deaths, scandal, corruption, politicians in any shape or form, extreme weather events, wars….
We don’t want these events – but we want to know about them when they happen. And we want to know about them after they happen – but the media circus moves on to the next big thing, leaving charities to mop up the aftermath.
I do like the BBC “Newswatch” news review with Samira Ahmed, when people get to moan about the quirks and foibles of the news. People made some very valid points about the daftness of putting anchor people on location in the rain, and reporters at places when it is freezing and there is nothing to see, when there are perfectly good studios to use and they could put a picture behind them and it would look the same, only drier. Unnecessary outside broadcasts always make me nervous; there is so much more potential for technical hitches.
Anyway, so, if WeeScoops was a news station, here is the not-newsworthy news from my week:
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We went to see a Pantomime. (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs at the Eastwood Theatre). It was great. (“Oh No it wasn’t”). Oh yes it was. Genius. (And I didn’t fall over and stave my hand this year. Bonus.)
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I watched a lot of Masterchef. (“That’s an intelligent plate.” Oh good, an example of a transferred epithet!I’ll use that again.)
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I took Daughter1 and Daughter2 to a party at “Rainforest Adventure” (but everyone knows it’ll always be “Animal Magic”.)
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We went to the school Christmas Fair. (Where I had a Tunnock’s Caramel Wafer, which marked the end of No-Vember.)
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We had a party for a pair of (extended) family birthdays. (Where we played “Articulate your Life” which had the most inarticulate instructions ever penned in the English Language. Yay, an example of irony!)
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Then Sunday and Monday were singularly unproductive, apart from doing 100 press ups, 100 sit ups, 100 jump squats and some planking.
This is Sanstorm, reporting for WeeScoops.
Back to you in the studio.
And there ain’t no sport on this channel.
*white noise*
Given the amount of bad news in the world, I am thankful that my week was unremarkable.