I am Weasel
- You don't need pants for the victory dance
I used to watch more cartoons.
In partcular in my 20s and early 30s, Saturday Mornings used to be the time to roll out of bed, roll out to Londis, grab a roll, roll back, fill the roll with bacon and lie on the sofa indulging in something of the nature of I Am Weasel or Cow and Chicken.
Those days are gone.
Not Saturday mornings, admittedly, but Londis is no longer convenient - would that make it an inconvenience store? - and Saturday morning television has been hijacked by Saturday Kitchen, a Coronation Street Omnibus, and the T4-framed repeats of Friends and Glee. Where is Saturday Superstore? Where is Tiswas? Where are Ant and Bloody Dec?
A little research shows us that Children's Television is still around, but banished in to the high numbers, to numbers that fat fingers can't find in an aftermathematical haze. Not when there is the enticement of James Martin's buns to be had.
I used to watch more cartoons. Maybe I'm growing up.
29 March, 2011
