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From the mobile desk of AngryBritain.com
(For which read the 08.23 to
Dear Mr Cameron
‘I have a dream’
So, it’s now 08.23 and I have just boarded the train to Tonbridge to go to a series of meetings to compete for some work which just might make me enough money to cover this month’s exorbitant bills and taxes. I left home at 06.21 first battling with
While stood on the concourse at
‘Cameron dreams of a Better Britain’ it said.
AngryBritain.com dreams of a Better Britain too, so I thought I’d get in touch via the the interweb and say hello, and maybe even see if we could be friends on TwiFaceSpace.
Let me introduce you to www.AngryBritain.com. We are the online home of fed up Brits. A place where like-minded individuals gather and share experiences of the horrors of living in Brown’s
We’ve been on telly and radio quite a bit, and you might even have heard of us, though we would never be that presumptuous. We’ve even got a couple of thousand followers on Twitter. Not bad for a fat bloke with an internet connection and an overdraft. Some way off @Wossy I grant you but he blocked me anyway so sod him.
If you peruse the following link, you’ll see some of these real-life horrors for yourself:
http://www.angrybritain.com/beef.html
Interesting reading yes?
As a nation, we’ve had enough. Had enough of high taxes, bad Government, dishonesty, poor manners, lawless streets and discourtesy. AngryBritain.com is here to stay and we’ll always battle on to mend Broken Britain long after the Scottish windbag, or whoever happens to succeed him come May 2010 has forgotten about their election promises.
What AngryBritain wants to know is: Are you really any different? Do you really care about ‘mending Broken Britain’
If you do, you might just get my vote.
Finally, I read this morning that you want to ‘Sprinkle a little stardust’ in your cabinet and the house-hunting thinking-man’s TV crumpet Kirstie Allsop is ‘In advanced discussions’. AngryBritain would like to be ‘In advanced discussions’ too or maybe even just grab one of those overpriced CafeBucksRepublic Coffees with you some time.
We’ll even pay - out of our own non-expensed pockets.
What have you got to lose?
Oh yes, an election.
The AngryMan
You think you know someone, right?
Dear Sirs,
Account Number
After many years of joyous overspending and freely available credit, and the countless thousands I have paid you in extortionate and ever increasing interest charges over the years, now having cleared the balance in full please find enclosed the plastic bane of my life to dispose of as you see fit.
Yes, that’s right, please close my account arrivederci, ciao-ciao and au revoir to a lifetime of debt and misery
When you sort yourselves out and realise that not lending is going to make you bankrupt and you start lending again, please don’t bug me to borrow or take out another card, I will be too busy pissing your potential interest charges up the wall on fast cars and faster women. If my girlfriend lets me.
Many thanks for nothing over the years
Who’s your daddy bitch?
Mr
www.angrybritain.com
Nickelodeon &
The Disney Channel
Back when I were a lad John Noakes and Shep used to fill my afternoons with the many wonders that Britain had to offer in the late 70's, like actually going outside and playing with my friends. In a time before the Health and Safety Nazis this might have included pretending to be Evil Knievel by sticking a lolly stick between the spokes of my Chopper for an 'authentic' motorbike noise before peddling desperately towards a badly fabricated ramp made from some limp carboard and a couple of bricks.
Time after time the ramp would collapse, and time after time I'd clock up another cut knee or grazed elbow. From behind the orange Austin Maxi, and the bucket of highly toxic chemicals being used to wash it, my dad would appear and shout 'Get up and stop crying you big girl'. And I did, again and again until mum called out that my Findus Crispy Pancakes and Alphabites were ready.
The 'outside' offerred endless possibilities for kids to die in the late 70's and early 80's. I remember one episode where, after donning my very trendy new blue Adidas tracksuit, a pal and I went off on an adventure (on our own) to the demolished wreck of some old buildings near my house. We happened upon a couple of tins of white paint and using our ingenuity we managed to prize them open using some sticks and bits of old rubble. Well, you can imagine the rest but suffice to say I got a back-hander and spent the night in my room. Without Crispy Pancakes. or Alphabites. Alone.
Sadly we all grow up. Sort of.
Me, well I've got a lovely partner, two lovely girls,7 and 3 mths, a job in IT, no FaceSpaceBo page or money in the bank. Mr Brown has seen to that.
I do however have Virgin Media, Nickleodeon, The Disney Channel and a 7 year old who says 'Dude', 'Oh my God', 'Whatever', 'No', Dumb', 'Lame', 'Moron' and occasionally other less wholesome phrases. She also has the desire to have a boyfriend and 'Snog' him and absolutely no concept of 'Bedtime' or the 'Outside'. I also have 2000+ followers on Twitter thanks mostly to my website AngryBritain.com and letters like these.
Seeing as Nick, Nick JR and Nick Replay, The Disney Channel, The Disney Channel +1 are more or less on continuously in my household unfortunately I lay the blame for the majority of this squarely at your doors. I take a modicum of responsibility for the less wholesome phrases, I am human after all. I remember an incident way back in the 80's where I told my dad cheekily to 'F*ck off'.
I only did it once.
So let's begin with what I deem to be acceptable language in childrens television. Clearly the 'F' word is never going to appear on Nickleodeon or Disney - this is a good thing. Leave it to Eastenders, it's only a matter of time.
IMHO (In my humble opinion) 'OMG!', 'Oh my God' and '
Guilty! - Spongebob: 'I didn't realise it was happy hopping moron day - Squidward'.
Guilty! - Hannah Montana - Whilst no doubt having grown up in a luxurious trailer park with Billy-Ray, among her badly pronunciated illiterate ramblings you'll quite often hear 'OMG!' or 'Oh my God, I'm stoked'. Roughly translated into the Queens English this means 'Poked by Jesus - or of course the deity of your choosing'
The dumbing down of language on kids TV is obvious, and it's not getting any better. Personally I'm looking forward to 'Da' News at Ten' in about 20 years. Innit?.
In 1980's
Guilty! - iCarly - Carly's blonde pal Sam teaching her brother Spencer to lie 'effectively'. Lying is not ok. Not ever.
Cut off her broadband and send her to her room.
So to my 7 year old's 'boyfriend' issue, we have our gushing High School Musical heroes Troy-exaggerated-head-movement-Bolton and Gabriella-sickly-sweet-Montez, always sneaking off for 'private' moment on a rooftop terrace, treehouse or walk under the stars, inevitably ending in a song and dance routine. And a disturbed kiss.
My 7 year old doesn't need to know how to sneak off to kiss boys thank you Disney. And don't even get me started on Sharpay-exactly-how-not-to-behave-to-get-what-you-want-fabulous-pink-prada-tote-Evans.
My final point is interactive. Back in the days of John Noakes kids TV finished at 5pm, Bedtime was shortly after. There were no arguments. I hereby invite you to drop by AngryTowers one evening and try and prize my 7 year old away from the sofa to go to bed while one of these shows is on late at night. Most nights she will go to bed in tears because the show she is watching is 'her favorite and she hasn't seen this one' and thanks to the likes of Spongebob and iCarly, I'm a 'moron' and don't need to be obeyed.
We really don't need 24/7 Nickleodeon or Disney Channel. Really we don't. Up to 7pm will be just fine thank you.
Now I realise that your argument is likely to be that TV viewing is about choice and that we as a family don't have to watch. I entirely agree but for the want of not making my child an outcast I'm left with a difficult choice that I shouldn't really have to make.
So, now you've (possibly) read this thanks to the wonders of the interweb why not trawl the archives one Friday afternoon and have a look at how kids TV used to be made, then take a look at what it's become.
It's not pretty. I prefer the one I we made earlier.
Thanks for watching.
*Fades to Blue Peter music Da-Da-Dada-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daaaaa*
The AngryMan
Picture the scene - a sunny afternoon by the river in a leafy Middlesex 'family' pub. The delicious waft of burgers cooking on a Barbeque, the sounds of children playing in the big adventure playground and supping an ice cold pint.
'Daddy, can I go and play in the adventure playground?' (Did this c**t tell you he got arrested). 'Yes' (f**k off), 'But come and eat your (w****r) chips first'.
'Shall we get a DVD (f*****g armed police everywhere) tonight?' 'Good idea' (f*****g c**t had a machette and he chased us down the f*****g road). 'What do you want to see?'
'Is baby ok? She must be due a (sliced him on the f*****g chest) bottle' (well f*****g funny claret everywhere)
'Do you want another drink Mrs AB? No, me neither lets go eh, some family (f*** off you c***) pub this is.
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