Archive for October 8th, 2007

RTE TV is shit

So, when I pay the TV licence, am I paying for Father Ted again? Because I’ve been paying the TV licence for the last 7 years, and the Father Ted episodes haven’t changed. It isn’t Father Ted’s fault. In fact, I used to like Father Ted a lot.

Worse than that is James Bastard Bond. The other night I swore to my wife that I would kill myself if RTE was showing a James Bond film. I turn on the TV and Goldfinger is on for the 11 millionth time. Luckily for this blog I don’t follow through with my promises.

And tonight on RTE 1?

Househunters in the Sun

Series following Irish buyers as they look for a dream property abroad. Yvonne Farragher and Michael Hughes from Terenure call on Jim Smyth’s help to find them a house in Sicily

RTE News: Nine O’Clock

Living the Dream

Series about families experiencing their ideal lifestyle for a week. This edition follows dedicated foodies Peter and Mary Ward to the Emiglia-Romana region of Italy

Now it just so happens that I get up at 5:30 am by choice. I could go to work a lot later if I wanted, but I prefer it when there’s less people around. And I love Maxi, of course. But imagine I was living out in Cavan or Kilkenny and commuting to Dublin every morning first thing, landing back home at half seven or so. The only thing I’d get the chance to see on a Monday night after my dinner on the main national broadcaster, to which I pay my 150 odd quid every year, would be that televisual shit sandwich above.

An Pobal, Unido

The BBC is reporting anger over the UUP’s David McNarry’s tabled motion to stop ministers making addresses in the Northern Ireland Assembly chamber in Irish.

Janet Muller of Pobal, the umbrella organisation for Irish speakers, said there was widespread anger at the move.

“Demanding Irish speakers cease to use the language in public is the language equivalent of telling black people to sit at the back of the bus,” she said.

Let’s accept that there is such a thing as a ‘language equivalent’. That would mean the intriguing possibility that there is a ‘language equivalent’ to plenty of other phenomena too.

For example, there must be some sort of event which, in the way it relates to the area of language use, is the equivalent of the Ku Klux Klan walking through Harlem. Perhaps it would take the form of an unwanted loudspeaker recital of Kipling’s Ulster 1912 at a Sinn Fein Ard Fheis.

Let’s have some language equivalents to the following:

  • A celebrity cellulite magazine
  • A slow day at the cattle mart
  • Smoking a menthol cigarette
  • The Russian Revolution
  • The purchase of a nasal hair clipper

It’ll be a slow week, I’m afraid.

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