2013 has only just started, but Christmas feels like ages ago and miss it already.
I might have to be one of those nutters who has (or at least, they tell the
tabloids they have) “Christmas every day” complete with full roast dinner and
the Queen’s speech on a loop. Except if I was going to choose one Christmassy
day to repeat Groundhog Day-style, I’d probably pick one in the hazy, timeless
period between Christmas and New Year. It’s better than pre-Crimbo, when you’re running around like a lunatic making
goat’s cheese nibbles and buying one more packet of nuts and running out of
sellotape just before you’ve finished wrapping your presents. It’s better than
Christmas day itself, which can be a bit anticlimactic. After Christmas you can
relax and play with your new toys (er, electronic equipment) and watch Jurassic
Park every time it’s on. You can also still watch Santa movies because
technically you’re still in the festive season. Life is awesome.
But now we’re well into the new year, what do we want to achieve? Here's my wishlist:
1) I want just one media reference to Christina Hendricks which doesn't use
the word “curves.” It doesn’t have to be a whole article or anything – hacks
are only human – but I think journalists everywhere should make a collective
effort to see if they can just manage a picture caption or something without the
“C” word. (But don’t say full-figured, because she hates that.)
2) Next time we have some sort of Comic Relief telethon in which celebrities do “amusing” things, I would like to see all the TV chefs swap personas. It would make me chortle to see Nigella lisp about “getting these bad boys in the oven – bish, bosh, done!” and Delia licking the spoon seductively as she waxes lyrical about the plump, succulent nature of, say, a pan of rice. TV execs, can we make this happen?
3) Also re: TV, I think I speak for us all when I say I want the The X Factor to go away now; the format is old and tired. This isn’t the fault of the contestants, but the Producers. We’re all hip to the old “Let’s keep in one talentless fame whore just to make things interesting!” gag now. It’s been faithfully recycled year after year (Jedward, Wagner, Rylan...) and is much less interesting than a simple competition between 12 really talented kids that you genuinely root for, because you wish they could ALL win. The trend in 2012 was to keep voting in the charisma-free Christopher, just for a laugh. It’s kind of like those lions at the zoo who always very deliberately spray at the gawking hordes (yes, I watched a lot of You’re Been Framed over Xmas. I never said I was classy): we may be a captive audience, but we can always find a way to express our contempt.
Telephone voting: cleaner, but probably not as much fun. |
4) Much as I am appalled at Derren Brown’s apparent disregard for ethics, I’ve got a blinder for his next project. I was inspired by
Christmas TV (of course) and thought how cool (but mean) it would be to create
a fake It’s a Wonderful Life / The Family Man scenario. The latter would be
easier because you’d only have to sneak your unfortunate, comatose victim into a strange
house and wait for him to wake up alongside people who would claim to be his wife and children. (I fear
that the It’s a Wonderful Life set up
would require too many acting skills (and no giggling) from the guy’s existing
family and friends.) After he’d spent a few weeks adjusting to life in the
suburbs, away from the glitz of his city job and midnight martini-drinking, you’d
be like “Psyche! You have to go back to your whiny girlfriend and joyless existence
now!” it would be hilarious.
4) We REALLY need a change in the law regarding donor cards. At the moment,
there is always a shortage of vital organs, which means that people die unnecessarily
(and sometimes even die after being given the lungs of a chronic smoker, because any lungs are better than none.) This is madness. I
know some people don’t like the idea of themselves or a loved one being cut up
into pieces after death, but to be blunt, your former body is going to be either worm food
or ashes soon anyway, so why not save some lives first?
An acquaintance once told me very earnestly that her mother (a
nurse) had told her to NEVER carry a donor card, because if you come in after
an accident, the doctors won’t try very hard to save you because they’ll be
thinking gleefully of all the organs they can harvest – the needs of the many outweighing
the needs of the few. Apparently this lady had “seen it happen” many times. Sounds crazy, but who knows? The Liverpool Care Pathway seems to have neatly bypassed
the Hippocratic Oath.
It’s obvious that the system should default
to everyone's bodies being used for organ donation automatically, with an “opt out” choice available: organ shortage problem
solved overnight. Plus, if your heart or eyes go to help another person, and
then they also donate when they die, it’s kind of like your cells
living forever, in lots of different people. Immortality, sorted.
5) And finally, I want a puppy like this one please. Happy new year!
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