My fake ID arrived in late 2002. Thereafter I became 2
½ years older and, for a short time
known at some doors in SE London as ‘Matt Blackwood’ – but more on that later.
The Friday night before it arrived however, I would have watched my last
evening of telly for a very long time.
Robot Wars followed the Simpsons back then at about 8
o’clock. Red Dwarf next, then Never Mind the Buzzcocks and finally Have I got
News for you. If I could feign interest through this last one then I would
sometimes be rewarded with 30 minutes of unadulterated ‘Eurotrash’ titillation
once the parents had gone to bed. GTA Vice City had just come out on the PS2 and
if the night’s entertainment could still not satisfy a 16year old’s hot blood
lust, a killing spree in Downtown Miami followed by some pixilated simulated
backstreet sex in a comically bouncing Buick would round events off nicely.
Yes, that was probably how it went down the last night that I stayed in and
watched television.
However for more than a decade now I have, until recently at
least, led a clean living, non-television owning, bike riding, X-Factor
scorning, right on hippy lifestyle with broad brush assumptions about the kind
of people that spend their lives glued to the idiot box. Before the downward
spiral began, a forthright friend of mine remarked how he can tell he'll get on with someone if “they don’t own a telly”
- and I probably laughed. It is a mystery therefore how I went from an irregular
and recreational user of Net Flicks, to a Breaking Bad junky; looking for a hit
at any given hour of the day or night.
I have been clean for about 48 hours now – but not through
any self-control – I just got to the bottom of the season 5 barrel.. So why did I end a ten year televsion fast for Breaking Bad? I think its because it's got that voyeur element of computer games and late night soft porn. Walter White is that Everyman character who cuts loose in a way that we would do if we were less morally scrupluous....or spent less time watching TV.
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