Does Sam Woollaston get paid for his reviews in the Guardian?
This one is so odd and mean-spirited that I wonder if he wrote it as some kind of therapeutic release (perhaps he has a phobia towards dogs, or indeed a phobia towards Paul O'Grady, or just possibly a phobia towards Chinese people?): http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2013/may/10/paul-ogrady-love-of-dogs?CMP=twt_gu
This is just a harmless programme about dogs for heaven's sake. It about a comedian and his love for dogs. It features gentle humour, gentle anthropomorphism, gushing sentimentality.
Paul O'Grady and his dogs are not the enemy!
There is so much wrong with rubbish TV that there is an absolute need for a high-minded high-culture reviewer to work through all the dross programmes channel by channel, laying waste to vulgarity and spitefulness and stupidity, harrowing the dishonest and third rate, and furiously driving all before them like Queen Maeve on the great cattle raid of Cooley.
Of course I know Maeve ultimately failed, just as any attempt to curb trashy TV will fail, but someone, somewhere ought to be making an attempt however tokan - and I admire Maeve for the fury she showed, even when that fury got her nowhere and was ultimately self-defeating.
That furious TV reviewer will not be Sam Woollaston.
So where will a champion arise, if not the Guardian?
The Independent possibly, but the quality of the Independent is not consistent.
The Daily Telegraph certainly, but the Telegraph cannot fight on all fronts and is arguably trying to do too much already.
The Times? No chance. The Times will not turn against Sky, however much their reviewers might want to.
So we are back to the Guardian, waiting for them to get their act together.
This one is so odd and mean-spirited that I wonder if he wrote it as some kind of therapeutic release (perhaps he has a phobia towards dogs, or indeed a phobia towards Paul O'Grady, or just possibly a phobia towards Chinese people?): http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2013/may/10/paul-ogrady-love-of-dogs?CMP=twt_gu
This is just a harmless programme about dogs for heaven's sake. It about a comedian and his love for dogs. It features gentle humour, gentle anthropomorphism, gushing sentimentality.
Paul O'Grady and his dogs are not the enemy!
There is so much wrong with rubbish TV that there is an absolute need for a high-minded high-culture reviewer to work through all the dross programmes channel by channel, laying waste to vulgarity and spitefulness and stupidity, harrowing the dishonest and third rate, and furiously driving all before them like Queen Maeve on the great cattle raid of Cooley.
Of course I know Maeve ultimately failed, just as any attempt to curb trashy TV will fail, but someone, somewhere ought to be making an attempt however tokan - and I admire Maeve for the fury she showed, even when that fury got her nowhere and was ultimately self-defeating.
That furious TV reviewer will not be Sam Woollaston.
So where will a champion arise, if not the Guardian?
The Independent possibly, but the quality of the Independent is not consistent.
The Daily Telegraph certainly, but the Telegraph cannot fight on all fronts and is arguably trying to do too much already.
The Times? No chance. The Times will not turn against Sky, however much their reviewers might want to.
So we are back to the Guardian, waiting for them to get their act together.
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