Brett - Board

Not the first boring topic I’ve had to address in this ill-conceived writing project thus far -but this time I may as well take this opportunity to address the issue of boredom itself. In an age of seemingly infinite choice when it comes to entertainment, the chronically lazy suffer the most. Back in the 1990’s when we had a mere four channels, unless you were ludicrously rich or just enough of an idiot to fork out oodles of cash for a gigantic analogue Sky dish and subscription, content was completely varied. If you couldn’t be arsed to search for the remote, or, if you had such a shitty old TV you had to turn over manually, chances are something vaguely watchable would come on soon enough, or at least a completely different cock-boring programme to mix things up a bit. However, now, as everyone has about 30 channels by default, hundreds if you pay a monthly fee, almost every channel is specialised and plays nothing but the same crap all day long. So, if like me this very second, you find yourself typing on a computer, the TV on the BBC News Channel and the remote just out of stretching distance, you’re essentially trapped listening to the same stories again and again and again. Hence less variety, increased boredom and more stress. Lots of channels are great if you can be bothered to change them. Worst of all is when your remote’s batteries are running low and you find yourself having to jab the buttons with finger-bruising force in order to have any effect on the TV. Of course you’ve already tried the classic battery-twisting motion to give them an extra burst of life, but it’s just not working any more. You’ve got one or two AAA spares lying around, but you’re not sure where. Heading to the shop especially is out of the question, as is actually remembering to pick them up next time you get your groceries. You’re in dying remote limbo, and there’s no way out without some amount of effort - the very thing it was design to eliminate. But anyway, I think I just crossed the boredom threshold with this piece - in fact I’m certain it’s junk, but it’s the only entry I can be bothered to write as I’m feeling particularly lazy too. So, it’s an evening of injured fingers and an almost inevitable four-hour tango with rolling news. I love my life.