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Cash Call? Cash Cow
By 
partickbateman | December 12, 2006
Argghh! Utter outrage post; please beware.
I’ve just arrived home, the time is 3 am. Quite late to some, merely the start of the witching hour to others. And what am I faced with when I turn on my television? Fucking Cash Call, that’s what. Another glo-faced twinkle-quiz is what. Again. I flick through the music channels, trying to find something vaguely, even remotely entertaining. I am faced with nothing. NOTHING. From channel 330 (”THE HITS”) to Q to Kerrang, a pseudo homo Austrailian man is prompting me to call and identify a picture of Beyonce. On 10 channels. How do they get a broadcasting license? How? HOW? These charlatans merely pretended t show music for a couple of years in order just to get theses shite quizzes. I hate them. And now they are on national tv. ITV has crumbled, now how long til we’re faced with “guess the number of sweeties in the jar (with emma bunton)”? 5 fucking minuttes and counting i bet.
Batten down the hatches.
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