I caught up last night and watched the last night of the Proms, sadly I do not have time to list all the things that were wrong with it, suffice to say absolutely abysmal is an understatement.
Whoever organised this rubbish should be taken out and shot, it certainly wasn’t the last night of the Proms, it was however a politically correct sequence of performances and a fine example of how to ruin an evenings entertainment.
As a box ticking exercise in political correctness you could see each box come up, starting with Black South African Woman with a Jewish sounding name, (I haven’t the time to find out if she actually is Jewish) and were the ribbons on the conductors rostrum LGBT, there wasn’t a box not ticked, although I missed the vertically challenged person in a wheelchair.
Even worse were the very strange arrangements of popular and well loved songs with verses that you had never heard before that were obviously picked in an attempt not to offend anyone.
Well BBC, sadly I have to say I think you have offended a great many people, in fact by producing this load of rubbish I would imagine you have managed to offend every single one of your traditional viewers for this programme, if that was your intent, then you have succeeded.
So sad that the BBC has sunk to this level and I suspect that if they produce a similar load of tosh next year, I would imagine their viewing figures would be so low they will be able to count them on the fingers of one hand.
About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
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Is my mind playing tricks? Wasn’t the BBC once a well respected, non political, fact based organisation that could be trusted to provide unbiased news, entertainment, education, and cultural embellishment to our lives!
It was indeed but I think that was in the days when they wore dinner jackets to read the news on the wireless. Ah, happy days.
Makes me glad we haven’t got a TV.
Yes it was dreadful, you didn’t miss anything, in fact it may have been a lucky escape.
Haven’t had a television for years, so I’ve been spared a lot of the BBC’s death-throes. Whether it be face to face conversation, dealing with (what passes for) “officialdom”, or just watching a DVD, I switch off and walk away at the first sign of “virtue signalling” and/or hectoring in re “political” “correctness”. Sainsbury’s – a grocer – blocked me because they sent me an email explaining what they were doing to correct my inherent and systemic racism, and I had the temerity to reply (politely) suggesting that they may like to stick to being grocers and to leave the extremist politics to politicians…
The world has gone utterly insane.
How very strange.
So sad the read this ..