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It's been announced that the rules governing what can be shown on television after the nine-o'clock watershed have been effectively removed. Good. I'm a grown-up, and don't like being told what I can and cannot watch. If other people don't like what's on telly, there's this clever little device called a switch
 
What prompted this page, though, was India Knight's column in the Sunday Times last week. India Knight is, evidently, a supremely grumpy person with a wonderful knack for pungent expression, so I hope she will not mind if I quote her ..
 
"There would be nothing wrong with that, in theory," she wrote, "if it meant screenings of A Clockwork Orange, or Last Tango in Paris, or Ai No Corrida, all three films being explicit, intelligent works of art that were banned in my youth. But it won't. It will mean thick people commissioning other thick people to make programmes about thick people, for thick people. With extra sex and violence.
 
I suppose this has a certain democratic charm but personally, when it comes to stupid people shagging and swearing and falling over, whether they are taking part in a drama or only in the reality tragedy of their own poxy lives, I'm sated."

 
Thank you, India. Couldn't have put it better myself.
 

 

 
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