The future of TV to come


ITV Play. Some may not even bother using this channel, or even have a chance to see it as they are tucked up in bed before it airs on ITV1 in the early hours of the morning. If you are in this group, consider yourself lucky because you are not missing much. This mindless drivel of 'interactive quiz TV' has previously been confined to a few cable/satellite channels, promoting viewers to ring up premium rate lines to answer a simple question and win a big cash prize. ITV have now caught onto the idea, creating their own channel which airs this type of programming for a great deal of the day and as stated above, after the daily programming of ITV1.

As far as gambling goes, it is argued whether that this type of programming can actually be placed in this category. MP Paul Farrelly has even gone as far to state that these type of shows are "tantamount to theft", in reference to their extortionate cost and the length of each call, even when some callers do not get through to the studio. One recent news article which has highlighted the honesty of TV quiz telephone phone in is the Richard and Judy quiz scam. They have just felt the sting of their foney quiz competition which invited callers to participate in the 'You Say, We Pay' competition despite already selecting competitors for the daily show. ITV Play programming certainly has the lure of a gambling craze; with people phoning up all the time confident that they will be quids in and willing to risk their own fortune to get it. In addition, the popularity and appeal of the show has astounded me - I recently went onto Youtube and the swams of people who have posted videos of their Quizmania successes and and others who comment on how good the show is demonstrate that this craze is not falling flat on its feet just yet. Can you blame them? We as Brits do enjoy a flutter and we think nothing of daily phone line competitions which offer us things we could can only dream of. But maybe thats what wrong here; just because the viewer is flung into a friendly, 'cash mansion' instead of a dark, smoke filled casino, doesn't mean we are still not gambling.

But that isn't what worries me totally here. Yeah, gambling can be considered as a social ill when you think of the lives it can destroy. My concern is that this what we can consider to be the future of TV as the viewing market gets more competitive. The addition of digital TV via freeview and the sheer number of channels which Sky produces has prompted the terrestrial corporations to wake up and maintain their monopoly over what we watch. This isn't new - of course not, but now we are witnessing a real revolution in how we watch TV and how we use it. The TV watching experience is now increasingly becoming two way, not one way. Again not a new idea; I remember GMTV doing phone-ins when I was a child, plus Comic Relief and Children In Need are also prime examples of couch-potato-participation. It is the explosion which has been sparked by technology which has made the idea a lot more popular. Sky Channels like Fame TV ask viewers to send in their videos from their mobile phones or via the internet so that they can be viewed on the TV, and people text to vote for their favourite. The success of web 2.0 on the internet websites like Wikipedia and Youtube, where information such as videos and pictures passes so much easier from user to user and the rise of the mobile phone, in bringing us text messages mobile cameras makes this interaction possible and relatively attractive.

But better communications alone is not the reason why you can't see re-runs of your favourite ITV programmes at night anymore. This type of TV is seen as the way to go as it is cheap to make and very profiting when you look at the revenue it generates. ITV are laughing behind our backs and so they should - all they have to do is get a Big Brother has-been like Brian Dowling to be his usual flamboyant self for a few hours and watch the punters try their luck.

As a concerned citizen worrying about the state of society, I choose not to moan where the next supercasino will end up and its effects on the locality; but instead, I opt to worry about the casino which slipped in through the back door and effects everyone, everywhere, at around 12am each night. On the other hand, as a man of rationality, I agree that if you are stupid enough to phone these lines, you can't moan about the costs they incur. I simply advocate that if you don't like what you see, turn it over to ITV2 and watch the repeat of Corro and Emmerdale. If that prospect is even worse for you, just turn the damn thing off.

Duw It's Hard


Ahh happy times. Courtesy of Dave (sorry Dave I nicked it, hope you didn't mind) I have given you a small glimpse of my weekend; this pic inparticular is from Dale's and Clare's engagement party, last Saturday. It was a real good bash, complete with a fantastic buffet (vital element as always), a good crowd and some rocking tunes. Congrats to you both! In more ways than one! On Sunday our Argos Cardiff Bay team took up the challenge of Argos Newport Road and acheived a well-deserved victory of 4 goals to 3. It was the Dean show as our resident goal machine and QVR's current top scorer hit all the goals to ensure Newport Road's footballing debut ended in defeat. A game fraught with controversy, as NR were offside many-a-time exposing CB's sometimes shaky defence and their first goal was clearly illegal. Without a referee we had to resort to negotiation between the two sides to solve any disputes and that clearly caused problems in situations such as these. But on the bright side, as honourary gaffer, I led my team to victory and we will go into the second leg with a 4-3 aggregate scoreline. Not only that, we all went to the pub afterwards! Result!

I guess I havent posted for a while and for that I do apologise. I have a full time job looking for a full time job, what can I say? I type this post on a Mozilla Firefox tab page which is surrounded by other more important tabs, each a prospective job application ranging from the good ole' WAG (Rhodri and Co.) and the University of Wales in Newport. And of course, despite being singled out as the obvious odd tab the webhead's trusty sidekick and companion - Facebook. But to think I'd still be doing this when St. Davids Day draws near really does fill me up with mixed emotions. Yes folks, this 'job' can take it out of you emotionally. And here's why:

Anger - "F**king hell!!! Why can't I get a job!?! I went to university for Christ's sake! What a f**king waste of money! Experience? How the f**k can I get experience when I've just left uni?!?!"

Sadness and self pity - "Another rejection? That's it, I can't do this anymore - no-one will ever want me so I just give up. Maybe I should just work in a corner shop or something"

Fear - "What if they think I suck? What if I get to an interview and screw it up by freezing on the spot or something. What if I'm still doing this and working in Argos until I'm thirty!?"

Frustration - "I don't want to sit on this sofa anymore and look at job websites, I gotta get out there and do something - make myself presentable, make them want me..."

And believe me, theres more where that came from. But the skinny here is that I'm beginning to lose faith in the job market. More and more the old saying of "It isn't what you know it's who you know" feels like the motto of how to go about getting employed. I mean who I am kidding in thinking otherwise? My job in the Big A was given to me because my mum's friend knew a manager at the time and I remember the first thing that very manager said to me when I went for my interview:


"I've heard some very good things about you, how you are a very nice boy!"


It is then you feel like a parlour trick and your new master is going to pat you on your head, whilst the 'patter' is doing a favour to her mate. This is not to discredit my work in Argos - I worked hard to get where I am and I did it on my own, took my chances and rode my luck a little bit too. But I guess what the point I'm getting at, which was also pointed out to me by Mike in work, was that sometimes to get that foot in the door, an inside contact can give you that edge over someone else. I would certainly love for someone to tell me otherwise. One thing for sure - Duw, it's hard.

Grandmaster

Before I begin this post, I welcome all those of you who maybe reading from my Facebook profile. I have recently setup an importing feature between Janstar.co.uk and my Facebook profile meaning that every post I make will now appear automatically on locations. If in future it fails to appear on Facebook, please feel free to read the genuine article at www.janstar.co.uk/blog!

I was going to blog about the Superbowl and how I detest American sports coverage, but quite frankly now I can't be bothered. Maybe in a few days I will watch some CNN or FOX news and my hatred will soon return, prompting me to blog until my fingers go blue. Instead I just wanted to say that the job hunting was still going strong and the applications are flying out now. I stopped working full time in Argos about two weeks ago and now I'm getting bored as hell. Worse than that each day is turning into a repeat of the previous day; get up, have breakfast, look for a job, then read the news, look for a job, watch the 1pm news with a sandwich, then apply for a job, then watch the rolling news coverage on BBC News 24 all afternoon. Also remember to throw in occasional internet checks scattered throughout the day. Welcome to unemployed hell. Believe me, I now have the determination to find a job!

I am now also a Grandmaster (I promise you Jen I will shut up soon enough). Yes I got my results through and my dissertation made the grade! I am now a Master of Science and Economics in Political Theory. Back of the net! I now hope that with this honoured achievement on my CV, I can boost my chances on the job market.

One last thing - this weekend myself, Jen and Leighton will be off to Aberystwyth to celebrate Lisa's birthday and it will be a themed night out - gangsters! Leighton and I have already vowed to stay away from any Bullmastiff pints, as on the Steed Unit's birthday outing we got bladdered on the stuff - and boy did it hurt the next day. I guessed they called the pint 'Son of a Bitch' for a reason!!!