Thinking About: Television
About 40 or so years ago my then English teacher tried to do
what all good English teachers try – to get a bunch of working-class teenagers
to read more or actually just to read something. As part of the process she got
us to tell her, and the rest of the class, how much TV we watched during an
average week. As the discussion moved around the class we heard from kids who
watched 4, 6 and 8 hours of TV each week. The teacher stopped briefly when one
kid said 12 hours and she told the rest of the class that it seemed a bit
excessive. Then she got to me. During the round-table thing I’d been doing sums
in my head and had come up with a figure that took into account the truth, not
seeming too excessive and a pinch of shock value. So when she got to me I said
48 hours. She was honestly shocked that one person could sit in front of a TV
for two whole days out of each week. What she didn’t realise of course was that
the real figure was probably closer to 60 hours than it was to 48.
Back in those days, before I got the reading habit, I’d
watch TV from when I got in from school until it was time for bed – so probably
somewhere between 4 to 6 hours. On weekends I’d probably watch at least 12
hours of TV a day and that was without watching any sports coverage. Oh, and
what made it worse if such a thing was possible is that, back in those long ago
days, we only had three TV channels. It wasn’t until I hit my 20’s that we got
a fourth channel and a fifth a few years later. These days of course I have
access to over a hundred channels without adding any of the pay-to-view stuff.
Of course what is ironic about the whole thing is that as the number of
channels increased and then exploded I’ve actually been watching less and less
TV.
Inevitably it all started with books – which I only really
dived into heavily at around 14 years old care of my brother’s friend lending
me some classic SF. From then my TV watching probably dropped by at least half
or maybe more. It was then that comments about ‘always having my nose in a
book’ started. But at least I wasn’t spending every spare hour hooked to the
boob tube. Funnily lately I’ve started feeling nostalgic about 70’s and 80’s TV
and have picked up a few DVD box sets of my favourite series. Not surprisingly they
had nowhere near the reaction to the first time viewing and whilst not exactly
boring they seem to be poorly acted, poorly plotted and had terrible special
effects. All understandable of course with the 20-20 vision that is hindsight.
In my late 20’s I finally went away to University and during
the first year was having so much fun that I hardly watched TV at all except
when I was at home during the holidays. I can’t remember missing it. When we
moved out for our final two years and had a TV delivered and mostly watched
News shows rather than anything else. We became Newsaholics switching from one
channel to another to catch any updates. It was around then that 24 hour TV
came online and we tried that for a while – we were students after all so didn’t
exactly have to get up early – but soon discovered that there was precious
little programming available to fill in the extra hours. That came later.
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