Seeing red

I already said the following in a more compressed comment on Ms Fusco's blog, but what's the internet for if not repeating oneself?

Comic Relief. Even the name is, in the words of Homer Simpson, something that seems funny on first hearing and gets rapidly unfunnier the more you hear it. Given that I remember Own Clothes Day for Comic Relief when I was at school, and thus it's been almost 20 years since the first one, it now seems about as funny as a Filthy, Rich and Catflap sketch. Yes, yes yes it raises money for poor black people in hot places and poor white people in Hackney etc, but really can't these performers (and to be asked to do CR is proof that they've Made It) just give a small percentage of their gross income without having to take over the telly schedules, and without having to cream money off the people who can least afford it? I really dislike being lectured about giving money to charity from people who earn around 20 times what I do. Can't charity be a private, quiet affair? Does it really have to go hand in hand with wackiness? 

The whole CR brand has spun way out of control: from having to buy a different bit of red plastic tat each year to CR versions of popular BBC shows. Thus. Comic Relief does Fame Academy, Comic Relief does The Apprentice, Comic Relief does John Craven's Newsround etc. If only Armando Ianucci was in control of the whole shebang, then we could have Comic Relief does the Dead Diana or Comic Relief does Rape an Ape. Every time I turn on the telly it's Mel from Mel and Kim Sue or a football commentator murdering the Great American Songbook, all in the name of charidy. When I did watch the evening long programme, there were at least reports of how the poor children had benefited from CR projects, but the Fame Academy thing doesn't mention this side of it at all. you just get D-list slebs' naked ambition, which is unpleasant at the best of times.

As I practice my workshy fop routine on Fridays, I usually miss out on the enforced zaniness at school. However this Friday is an Inset day so they're moving CR day to Wednesday. We have to pay £2, unless we wear something red, in which case we pay £1. Again with the wackiness: surely the point is to raise cash, rather than to wear specific clothes? So really, what I'm annoyed about is that I don't own anythng red. It's not my colour.

Seeing red

I already said the following in a more compressed comment on Ms Fusco's blog, but what's the internet for if not repeating oneself?

Comic Relief. Even the name is, in the words of Homer Simpson, something that seems funny on first hearing and gets rapidly unfunnier the more you hear it. Given that I remember Own Clothes Day for Comic Relief when I was at school, and thus it's been almost 20 years since the first one, it now seems about as funny as a Filthy, Rich and Catflap sketch. Yes, yes yes it raises money for poor black people in hot places and poor white people in Hackney etc, but really can't these performers (and to be asked to do CR is proof that they've Made It) just give a small percentage of their gross income without having to take over the telly schedules, and without having to cream money off the people who can least afford it? I really dislike being lectured about giving money to charity from people who earn around 20 times what I do. Can't charity be a private, quiet affair? Does it really have to go hand in hand with wackiness? 

The whole CR brand has spun way out of control: from having to buy a different bit of red plastic tat each year to CR versions of popular BBC shows. Thus. Comic Relief does Fame Academy, Comic Relief does The Apprentice, Comic Relief does John Craven's Newsround etc. If only Armando Ianucci was in control of the whole shebang, then we could have Comic Relief does the Dead Diana or Comic Relief does Rape an Ape. Every time I turn on the telly it's Mel from Mel and Kim Sue or a football commentator murdering the Great American Songbook, all in the name of charidy. When I did watch the evening long programme, there were at least reports of how the poor children had benefited from CR projects, but the Fame Academy thing doesn't mention this side of it at all. you just get D-list slebs' naked ambition, which is unpleasant at the best of times.

As I practice my workshy fop routine on Fridays, I usually miss out on the enforced zaniness at school. However this Friday is an Inset day so they're moving CR day to Wednesday. We have to pay £2, unless we wear something red, in which case we pay £1. Again with the wackiness: surely the point is to raise cash, rather than to wear specific clothes? So really, what I'm annoyed about is that I don't own anythng red. It's not my colour.