bloody documentaries

being a bit of a nerd... there... i admitted it. I feel better now. Where was I? Oh yeah...
Being a bit of a nerd I tend to enjoy documentaries. Well, ones on topics I'm interested in, anyway. Now in the old days you had some old geezer in a cardy with a microphone n a poncy pommy voice waving his arms about in front of old ruins/cyclotrons/museums/mass accelerators or interviewing serious looking individuals who-know-what-they-are-talking-about n who were left to get the f** on with it.

With the exception of the two docos by the luscious Dr Bettany Hughes (is that her last name? I wasnt paying attention to anything cept her gorgeous boobs n wicked lips with the fullness n the smiling n the pouting n causing the drooling n the bulging n the diiiscomfit *Think Professor Frink who makes you laugh n makes you think*) documentaries no long take this information packed form.

no

Where was Dr Hughes when I was at uni? I'll tell ya.. not bloody lecturing ME thats fer sure. I mighta stayed at uni abasing myself at her feet permanently. hell she even likes the bloody Spartans!

Where was i?

oh yeah...
no longer etc
Now days you get some vacuous sounding no doubt blonde female newsreader type who does an admirable job sounding out all the big words, sounding siutably breathless with sexual excitement at the thought of a (gasp!) 3000 yo clay figure (big woop..n I was an archaeo/ancient history student n i reiterate BIG WOOP) that may or may NOT be some sort of religious artifact (dunno wtf it is? call it a 'cult or religious' object 'obviously worshipped in this purpose built shrine room' BS bs n more bs).

Then follow the 2 sentences of actual information n one shot of something interesting (IF you think some POS clay thing is interesting)with 5 minutes of weird coloured lights n montages (i think, courtesy of Team America - World Police n South Park, that 'montage' is the word) of people running hither n thither (theres a word that needs more useage -thither) with no real discernable connexion to the topic at hand. While breathlessly repeating the same shit youve already told the viewer 16 times.

THEN explain it AGAIN (what it is the show is about) once twice nay thrice more fer the dummies. Then give us another snippet of info. Then please sir MORE flashing lights with NO fucking connexion to the topic please.

In the end you get maybe 15 minutes worth of actual information that may pertain to the reputed topic. And 40 minutes of bullshit. In the old days it was called filler.
If I wanted to watch shit I would turn on Australian Idol or (when its on) Dont Bother i mean Big Brother.

They could learn from pornos
They dont piss about with useless 'scripts' or 'plots'. you want some poor exploited girl giving head? you got it. etc etc whatever you like. They know what their target audience is after n deliver it. no BS... well... cept fer the fake orgasms. Youd think the sex industry would know that women having a real orgasm are physiologically incapable of screaming. Moaning n gasping yes. Screaming, no. Not possible. If she be screamin she not be cumming.

errrrr

hmmmmm
chick i massaged at aqua today had huge tits.

otherwise not much has happened lol