Thursday, October 16, 2003
In the last eighteen months we have seen Ray Stubbs dropped from a crane onto a pile of boxes; Ricky Gervais boxing Grant Bovey; Wayne Sleep, strapped with waffles, in a tunnel squirming with rats; John Fashanu wearing a glass helmet full of eels; James Hewitt and Harvey from So Solid Crew forming an unlikely yet firm bond; Bobby Davro weightlifting and Derren Brown playing Russian Roulette. Only yesterday, Michael Portillo took over the management of a single-parent family in Liverpool and two eighteen year olds had sex while the camera stayed unflinchingly on them for our titillation. Only five years ago this would all have been unthinkable. Where is television going? How much further can this be taken? Who knows? But it’s going to be fun finding out.
We live in a golden age of televison, ladies and gentlemen, a golden age.
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We live in a golden age of televison, ladies and gentlemen, a golden age.
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