13.4.12 The Vice

A few years back there was a really good drama on TV, and it gave a new slant to the police and crime genre.  Good old Ken Stott was well cast as the bloke in charge, and Marc Warren was excellent as well.  With David Harewood and Caroline Catz (long before Doc Martin) it gave us four interesting characters.

A few weeks ago, I was pleased to see that it was making a return to our screens, but I was sadly wrong.  Instead of this excellent programme being added to the schedules, an imposter was on the horizon.  Yes, there was an extra 'O' in the cuntin' name.  You're already there, aren't you!

Yes, the offending, cunting, annoying shite that's been served up for a couple of weeks, with a third episode tomorrow, was The Voice, and not The Vice.  Instead of four interesting characters, we have four plastic, overpaid, self-obsessed arses.

Oh my life - what a sad day when the BBC spends over £20million on bollocks.  "It's all about the voice".  No it fucking isn't - "It's all about the judges" is more accurate.  The farce is amazing.  The carefully crafted conveyor belt of shit that's served up as entertainment is preposterous.  The acts are hand-picked and primed to fuck, and we are drawn in to this supposedly new phenomenon.  But, it's a fantastic exercise in manipulation.  I confess to having watched just a few minutes of this forgery of a programme, and resent paying my licence fee.  The left-wing, contaminated and fucked-up BBC is representative of institutional madness.  I suspect there's more vice in the BBC than in The Vice.

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