First ever, ah the fear!
A blog, eh? Now this is weird. I’m used to diaries and all of that, but they’re private, now I have to write it all down to an entire audience of approximately 1? That’s more than a million percent more than the usual number of people I write to. Still unsure why it’s taken this long to get a blog seeing as every man and his dog have a blog these days, so here I am. You’ll meet my dog next time.
Before I start, I’ll give a brief introduction. I’m Ellie, sixteen, a bit of an uber nerd, and that’s all anyone needs to know.
Now the topic for today, let’s start with something simple. Most people watch it regularly if not live, then on some streaming device on the internet. Television. Or at least the programming. The particular thing that I have been inspired with to write this, is the recent BBC adaptation of Sherlock Holmes entitled none other than Sherlock.
‘Terrible’, ‘sticking the name Sherlock on it, does not make it Holmes.’, ‘BRING BACK JEREMY BRETT’ I hear the internet cry. Well what a load of codswallop. This has been one of the finest things to hit our screens in a while. Modernising it has not taken anything away from it, but given it a new edge. Redoing Holmes in a different light does not make it any less brilliant – do people have a problem with James Bond, after it has been redone with many different writers and actors, yet the franchise still lives on! Moffat’s witty dialogue combined with Gattis’ eye for the unusually mysterious was a triumphant combination. Separately these men are finely talented. Due to mine and my father’s dark sense of humour, I have been watching the League of Gentlemen for many years and Moffat’s Doctor Who, oh my, I can hardly see why that needs to be backed up. Doctor Who, a national treasure (along with Stephen Fry and cups of tea) brings me right on to the point I was getting at. Good programmes. Why are they so few and far between?
The brilliance of Doctor Who will not be gracing our screens until Christmas! And Sherlock, something I was finally getting excited about, has only three episodes. Three. And the likes of ‘Lee Nelson’s Well Good Show’ got more than twice that. There are many things that can be said to describe that ‘show’ and the words ‘well good’ are not among them. Speaking of dross, why does Loose Women still exist? I don’t think I’ve ever ran into anyone asking to see middle-aged women talking about their randiness and health problems. Those types of sick people should stock up on Sex and the City and play Dulcoease adverts on a loop.
The likes of the aforementioned ‘programmes’ and the countless number of reality tv shows, beg me to cry out, “MORE GOOD QUALITY AND WELL THOUGHT OUT SHOWS PLEASE!”.
The world needs good telly! Don’t just churn out crap to fill the hours; I don’t mind waiting for quality.
