A Big Bother

Young peoples television these days reminds me of my last colonoscopy - its very painful to watch and makes me think of dung! And it is only getting worse with the return of Big Brother. The folks at channel 0 - or 10 as these young lads and lasses call it these days should have taken a leaf out of their own book and simply said 'Big Brother... I don't think so!'. Yes I have always thought Big Brother was violence against my eyes, so as I sat down to watch the opening night last week with my hot coco and can of Fancy Feast (it wasn't pension week) I was very surprised to see that for once a very attractive young lady was let into the house. A young angelic beauty by the name of Terri. Disappointingly for me, she was ejected from the house the very next day!

Opening night of Big Brother was like watching a doctor check 84 year old Nevil next-doors prostate, very awkward and uncomfortable, but you just want to watch to see the expression on his face. Why Big Brother said its time-to-go to the drag queen that they have had hosting since the beginning I do not know... but even worse is to replace her with some fatty who looks like his Nana has been feeding him too many cream cakes, and his ditsy blond, barbie-doll girlfriend who doesn't look like she would be the brightest crayon in the box.

On the up side, Big Brother on Sunday night did give me something to do on Monday, as I was able to spend 3 hours on my telephone complaining to some lovely young girl at the television studio about the amount of inappropriate content and skirt lengths featured on the night.

What ever happened to the days of watching Graham Kennedy and Chatterbox?

Well better go, I have a game of bingo to attend in the community hall in 10 minutes.

- Arthur Whinehurter

Well Here I Am!

Well, what can I say, apart from here I stand... proud and tall on this Internet, on a blog. Up until today I thought a blog was something you did when you go to the outhouse. My late wife would have a blue fit if I told her I was blogging out their for the whole world.

So now the question is what do I say. Mind you I am never short of an opinion or two, and think that once I get that hang of this blogging who-ze-whats-it there will be no stopping me. My name is Arthur Whinehurter, I'm 76 years of age, and live in the lovely little Brookside Retirement Village, in Melbournes western suburbs.

Now I can already guess that you are probably sitting there thinking what is an old fart like me doing writing a blog, on this so called Internet? Well I am here to show all the young folk out there that they are not the only ones that can place themselves on a golden pedestal and preach their views and opinions at the world unopposed. My generation have been giving everyone a good piece of our minds for decades... so it was only a matter of time til we caught up with the technology and took our rightful places on the pedestal.

The young people today think they are so innovative and smart clasping the latest technology and using it to whine to whoever will listed. To those people may I remind you that the wireless was once classed as new technology, now just tune to such powerful and popular stations such as 3AW and see who dominates... Us. If you don't like it, put a sock in it, and get to the back of the bus, along with your various piercings, tattoos and hair colours. Back in my day, you would have been embarrassed to leave the house with so many piercings that you sound like a wind-chime when you walk. I just don't understand the young people today.

Well, that is all for my first post. I must be off to boil a pot of tea, before the late show starts on the wireless.

- Arthur Whinehurter