Very good. Especially (4) Event Television and Shared Viewing, and (5) Late Night Oddities. Two things that are all but gone.
I discovered many movies I otherwise wouldn’t have seen because I was “forced” to watch the late-night movies (often “B” movies) and found a lot of gems, which I still remember, and a lot of them, ironically, are on YouTube now, or have been. I say forced, because it was either watch them or go to bed, especially as in the late-70s and early-80s, only one channel in Sydney broadcast 24-hours (Channel 9), the rest closed down between roughly 11pm and 1am.
There were also a lot of quirky adverts (and filler) on late-night telly, as the advertising rates were so much cheaper.
But younger people (under 30/35) wouldn't be concerned about this because they didn’t grow up with any of these things and don’t know any different. To them, it’s always been 24-hour broadcasting, and the internet has always been around.
I liked the days when BBC One would devote a weekday, peak time slot each week to a regional programme. I lived in South East Wales, where it's *hilly* and in my small village, depending on where you lived, you had programmes from the Midlands, West country, or Wales.
We got BBC West so as well as familiarity with Points West also gave us a little gem called Days Out, fronted by one of the Points West gang, where you'd find out about the delights of Frome (very much Hoxton-on-the-Wold these days, where the shops are all "curated") or Lacock.
Also, 1970s Saturday mornings on ITV were all different. HTV West subjected us to something called Orbit where a shit green sock puppet called Chester, with a middle aged man with a combover called Alan Taylor , would introduce Warner Brothers cartoons (back when BBC could only show Hannah-Barbera, so Tom & Jerry on BBC but Looney Tunes on ITV) in between birthday messages.
It was particularly frustrating the year Tiswas launched, because the 3 kids in my school who got ATV could watch it a year before ITV worked out it was on to a winner and it got networked.
Poor Alan Taylor. Wonder what happened to Chester?
One (of many) things that I don't like about current TV is the way credits appear. There is always, without fail, a voiceover advertising the next programme over the end of the one you are watching. Always. But worse than that is when they shrink the credits down to a minuscule size to show you images of the next thing. It just strikes me as pointless to even bother having credits if they can't be read. Do I always read them? No. I just find the illogical nature of it (displaying text that's unreadable) offends me. Show them, or don't. Obscuring them is stupid.
Very good. Especially (4) Event Television and Shared Viewing, and (5) Late Night Oddities. Two things that are all but gone.
I discovered many movies I otherwise wouldn’t have seen because I was “forced” to watch the late-night movies (often “B” movies) and found a lot of gems, which I still remember, and a lot of them, ironically, are on YouTube now, or have been. I say forced, because it was either watch them or go to bed, especially as in the late-70s and early-80s, only one channel in Sydney broadcast 24-hours (Channel 9), the rest closed down between roughly 11pm and 1am.
There were also a lot of quirky adverts (and filler) on late-night telly, as the advertising rates were so much cheaper.
But younger people (under 30/35) wouldn't be concerned about this because they didn’t grow up with any of these things and don’t know any different. To them, it’s always been 24-hour broadcasting, and the internet has always been around.
Brilliantly articulated
I liked the days when BBC One would devote a weekday, peak time slot each week to a regional programme. I lived in South East Wales, where it's *hilly* and in my small village, depending on where you lived, you had programmes from the Midlands, West country, or Wales.
We got BBC West so as well as familiarity with Points West also gave us a little gem called Days Out, fronted by one of the Points West gang, where you'd find out about the delights of Frome (very much Hoxton-on-the-Wold these days, where the shops are all "curated") or Lacock.
Also, 1970s Saturday mornings on ITV were all different. HTV West subjected us to something called Orbit where a shit green sock puppet called Chester, with a middle aged man with a combover called Alan Taylor , would introduce Warner Brothers cartoons (back when BBC could only show Hannah-Barbera, so Tom & Jerry on BBC but Looney Tunes on ITV) in between birthday messages.
It was particularly frustrating the year Tiswas launched, because the 3 kids in my school who got ATV could watch it a year before ITV worked out it was on to a winner and it got networked.
Poor Alan Taylor. Wonder what happened to Chester?
One (of many) things that I don't like about current TV is the way credits appear. There is always, without fail, a voiceover advertising the next programme over the end of the one you are watching. Always. But worse than that is when they shrink the credits down to a minuscule size to show you images of the next thing. It just strikes me as pointless to even bother having credits if they can't be read. Do I always read them? No. I just find the illogical nature of it (displaying text that's unreadable) offends me. Show them, or don't. Obscuring them is stupid.