Greetings fellow dyr's,
Do you remember when we all complained about announcers talking over credits, but were completely ignored so gave up?
I'm still fuming about it, and promise to never stop fuming about it
I'm sure the channels have all studied us and our viewing habits, and concluded that announcing the next programme is most likely to keep us tuned - and I understand that - but you can just put up an information bar, without some infuriating moron talking over the credits!
I can tolerate it most of the time when I don't care about the programmes, but what I cannot stand is when it's a great film, and, with a great film, just like a certain other pleasurable activity, there's an afterglow. A pause to reflect on the enjoyment just received, and the music played is often perfectly selected for that, as the credits role.
This moment is now clumsily and clankingly ruined by some idiotic announcer going on (and on and on) about Made in Chelsea, or some other awful show coming up in three weeks time. It completely destroys the moment of appreciation, and sabotages the mood.
And, what is with that BBC announcer guy, the one who sounds like he's sitting on nails with a gun to his head not to talk too loudly? "nnnd Cmming Up onnnn beebeec2...." AARR!!!
Do you remember when we all complained about announcers talking over credits, but were completely ignored so gave up?
I'm still fuming about it, and promise to never stop fuming about it
I'm sure the channels have all studied us and our viewing habits, and concluded that announcing the next programme is most likely to keep us tuned - and I understand that - but you can just put up an information bar, without some infuriating moron talking over the credits!
I can tolerate it most of the time when I don't care about the programmes, but what I cannot stand is when it's a great film, and, with a great film, just like a certain other pleasurable activity, there's an afterglow. A pause to reflect on the enjoyment just received, and the music played is often perfectly selected for that, as the credits role.
This moment is now clumsily and clankingly ruined by some idiotic announcer going on (and on and on) about Made in Chelsea, or some other awful show coming up in three weeks time. It completely destroys the moment of appreciation, and sabotages the mood.
And, what is with that BBC announcer guy, the one who sounds like he's sitting on nails with a gun to his head not to talk too loudly? "nnnd Cmming Up onnnn beebeec2...." AARR!!!
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