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Showing posts with label Sky Television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sky Television. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

There’s a guy that we no longer see,
these days he works on Sky TV
and that means his career’s on the skids.
He’s a children’s personality
who bubbles with hilarity
‘cause he’s always far more childish
than the kids.

Above is the opening verse of a comedy ditty about Keith Chegwin by The Tracy Brothers, performed on the Radio 1 series The Mary Whitehouse Experience.

In the series Alexei Sayle’s Stuff, Alexei Sayle told a joke about why all the programmes on satellite television are so old; they start off as the latest trendy sitcom, but it takes so long to beam from space that by the time it hits your television it has turned into I Love Lucy.

At the time neither of the above references made a lot of sense to the majority of the British television public, which makes the fact that today is the twenty-fifth birthday of the Sky network seem all the stranger. It is a relatively young medium, yet there will be people who don’t remember a time that it didn’t exist. My daughter’s generation won’t remember not having the Internet, I can’t imagine black and white television being the norm, but I do remember the days of four television channels. I actually have a vague recollection of the introduction of Channel Four into our homes, but the cultural impact passed me by as I was only little at the time. The thought of big stars making programmes exclusively for a none-terrestrial channel in those days was preposterous, that’s where people go to end their careers!

When my paternal granddad was still alive we used to come back to Nottingham to visit and stay at my grandparent’s house. They had extra television channels provided by a company called Diamond Cable, and their television was magical. The one channel that sticks out in my memory was called Sky; it was the name of one channel among an array of music, film and children’s channels. MTV was possibly another channel, but I can’t remember. In a sensational piece of parental bullshit, I was told that we couldn’t have the extra channels back home in Teesside because it was only available in Nottingham. That might have been true now I think about it, as none of my school friends knew what I was talking about. Diamond Cable eventually became NTL, which then became Virgin Media. Just before Christmas we became a Sky house for the first time ever.

Sky Television launched on this date in 1989 amid a fanfare of publicity mixed with a wave of indifference. In those days of course it was only four extra channels, so it didn’t seem worth all the bother. My parents refused to get it installed because we watched enough crap without giving us more to choose between. For that reason, The DJ Kat Show and the VJ careers of Paul ‘Love And Pride’ King and Ray Cokes remained a mystery that I never got round to solving. There was only one reason to get Sky and that was The Simpsons. The small minority of people at school with Sky got to tell the rest of us about this cool new cartoon series, and the rest of us had to imagine what it might be like (or hope for an invite to go round someone’s house to watch it. The nearest a lot of us got to the residents of Springfield was the music video for ‘Do the Bartman’, which obviously made no sense with no back referencing. These days I make up for that by watching The Simpsons at least four times a day.

Just as there was once a time when you would ask if someone had ‘got the Internet’ and if they ‘were on email’, rather than taking it for granted these days that everybody does in fact ‘have the Internet’, the question of whether someone had Sky was a common one.

In 1989 nobody would have been able to predict what the television landscape would be like twenty five years into the future. We were still recording television onto VHS tapes back then, now we press a button on our TV remote and your telly magically records it for you. Imagine telling someone in 1989 that you could watch television on your mobile phone, they would probably ask why you would ever need to do such a thing rather than telling you that you were an idiot. There’s actually a lot you could bamboozle a 1989 person with; Sky would also provide your phone and Internet (they wouldn’t know what the Internet was either) because British Telecom no longer have the monopoly. Your electricity could be supplied by your gas company and your gas could come from your electricity provider, (although for some reason we still can only get water from the water company), you can carry your computers around with you and sit in cafes sending messages to other computers, if you couldn’t be bothered carrying a laptop (they won’t know what a laptop is) then you could do some of your computer business on a tablet. Try it next time you travel back to 1989, they’ll think you’re talking about paracetamol.

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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

My resolution (if you can call it that) to be more productive has already fallen a little flat, with my to-do list broken down into daily tasks which I then ignore and watch repeats of Harry Hill’s TV Burp on GOLD until I fall asleep being part of my routine now. The facility that Sky TV provides allowing you to record programmes and save them to a magic little box is proving to be something of a downfall. There’s a backlog of The Simpsons I need to catch up on, I have started to record them rather than watch then live so that I have a bank of episodes to watch all at once and avoid the ones I have seen a million times before. If I sit down to watch The Simpsons and I have seen it, then I still watch it so this way I can at least give myself the chance to not waste twenty minutes of my life at a time (the same rule also applies to Family Guy and American Dad). I’m still a bit bemused in an if-people-from-the-past-knew-what-we-will-be-able-to-do kind of way about this ability to pause live television. You couldn’t do it with Virgin Media, in fact there was very little you could do with Virgin Media – you were lucky if you could get anything from the telly, Internet access, or a working telephone line at any one time without it cocking up. There’s a small part of me that feels that pausing live programmes is a little bit like playing God, if there was one. When the first episode of the new series of Sherlock aired on New Year’s Day, we paused it to arrange some Christmas buffet food and drink, and didn’t watch it until fifteen minutes in. People had waited two years to find out how Sherlock Holmes faked his suicide, and now some selfish bastard in Nottingham is making them wait another quarter of an hour. It doesn’t seem right to give me this sort of power, I can’t wait to see if England ever make it to a World Cup final, I will really mess with people’s lives then by pausing the entire first half and then fast-forwarding the whole thing so the whole country has to watch it in the style of The Benny Hill Show.

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Monday, 9 December 2013

Monday 9th December

It has been a while since we had the luxury of multi-channel television due to Virgin Media being a huge pile of shit with no regard for customers and a startling inability to understand specific instructions. I refused to set up a direct debit to pay the bill, as I don’t trust the direct debit system and I don’t trust Virgin Media to not fuck things up. When I left my wife I briefly (not briefly enough) worked in a call centre for BT and found out about how the customer is royally conned by the direct debit billing system. They say that you are rewarded with a discount if you pay in this way, but the reality is that you are in fact being punished if you don’t. There was a court case in Nottingham a few years ago involving an old man who paid his bill by post but deducted the fine for not paying by direct debit, and BT (who are the most unfeeling, don’t-give-a-shit-about-the-customers-or-staff, corrupt bunch of shit eating fucking cunts imaginable) sued him for those payments stating that he wasn’t paying the full bill. He was paying exactly the right bill, but for some reason he lost the court case and had to pay up. I suspect that the judge left the courtroom with a brown envelope in his jacket pocket thanks to BT, and that is only my opinion so I am not committing libel. For the record, the unfeeling shit eating fucking cunts bit isn’t libellous either because it is true.

Virgin Media used to send us the bill in the middle of the month and then cut off our service almost immediately. Every single time we told them that we would pay them at the end of the month, which we did and then had to wait up to twenty four hours to be reconnected. If it wasn’t for the WiFi in the student accommodation a few doors down, then I would have been stuck for a way to send the American show over. Eventually we both decided that we had had enough of this slapdash service and I phoned them (once we were reconnected) and asked the operative to put a note in the system saying that we regularly pay at the end of the month and that there is no need to cut us off mid-month. I also said that if it happened one more time then our contract would be void and that we would owe nothing. They ignored it obviously.

They provided us (occasionally) with television, Internet, and telephone for a monthly fee, but we were actually only paying for half a month. I am waiting for the first reminder to come in so that I can do a full breakdown of the times they cut us off and see how much we really owe them. Technically speaking, they owe us for the last two weeks of every month which means that if we don’t pay our last bill then we are actually massively in credit. We only didn’t pay our last bill but they owe us twenty five pound a month for the best part of the last year. Every letter I receive from them will be politely replied to with these facts stated, as they have fucked with the wrong person this time as I cannot abide bad service and make it my business to complain every time until something is done.

Now we have Sky and we are back to watching back-to-back episodes of Friends despite having the complete box set in our house, just like everyone else.

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