| The second
run of "Monarch of the Glen" ended last weekend, prompting prayers of
thanksgiving throughout Scotland. The BBC ratings hit, featuring tooth-achingly nice
cardboard cutouts with Equity cards, has been criticised for its overly romanticised take
on contemporary Highland life. Scientists
attached to Edinburgh's "Couthy Kailyard Bullshit Monitoring Unit" reported an
immediate reduction in dangerous levels of saccharine radiation when the show's final
credits rolled, finally, thank fuck.
Its unclear whether the horror of MOTG marks the
last time that the rich vein of Scottish culture will be mined for the entertainment of
barely sentient couch potatoes existing in a half-life state somewhere in the Home
Counties.
Unfortunately, the cultural criminals responsible
for the "Glasgow Kiss" atrocity are reported to be still at large and
irresponsible executives within BBC Scotland are listening to a pitch for a sequel, God
help us all.
In the near future however, the Cute Celt Conveyor
Belt continues delivering putrid parcels of purest pish with the 1000th Series
of "Ballykissangel" airing this week, inflicting total "oirish"
bollocks at the expense of our cousins in celticity for weeks on end.
The only bright spot centres on the casting in
BallyK of the scary bloke with the glasses out of "The Matrix" as
the new priest.
Perhaps he'll shoot the rest of the cast. |
