Rough Rough Rough Rough Rough

There has been a lot of debate over the last week about the rights and wrongs of the BBC showing the Jerry Springer Opera. I did tune in, just because anything the sort of people who bother complaining about a program rather than just turning over don't like, I am automatically on the side of. However I fell asleep halfway through the first half, so it obviously wasn't that sensational. By contrast my chance of a good night's sleep last night was utterly destroyed at about two minutes to eight when Zoe started unbuttoning her shirt for Den. Words cannot describe the feelings of nausea which overcame me, nor could my husband's shouts of "Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh! NOOOOOOOO! That's HORRIBLE" drown out the similar noises comin from the other three flats in our house.
Now to this I really must object. The people who wanted Jerry Springer cancelled said it was one thing to put this show on where you have to pay to see it, and quite another to use license payers' money to put it on a public service broadcasting channel. I would argue that it is one thing to save interested people the price of West End theatre tickets after the watershed on BBC2 on a Saturday night- when most people are out, wathing a murder mystery vehicle for a middle aged British TV stalwart, or watching something good on digital- and quite another to insert such offensive material as the prospect of Mr World of Leather Seconds Sale and a slip of a lass with all the moisture content and personality of the contents of a five year old's hanky getting it on into a program which we do all have to watch, at just about thetime when everyone's finishing their tea.
Even if we are ultimately spared the visuals, the old horror movie truth of what you imagine being worse than what you see holds true here. It's enough to suggest it. More than enough. It's not like we could not watch, because something important might have happened with Mo and Alfie (don't go there Casey, it'll kill your career!No one could forgive Mo for that after all this.... Sorry...), there was no warning that this would be in this episode before it was aired, there was no program putting it in context (thank heavens)- although those photos last year did quite a good job- it was before the watershed, and unlike Jerry Springer the Opera it wasn't helping challenge taboos or raise important issues for discussion. It was just rank. And this was just Thursday. I fear for tonight's episode.
I am very disappointed with the BBC, and can only suggest one way for them to remedy the situation. I hear they're killing Den off again, so I absolutely insist that Zoe gets pregnant, has the baby, Den tells weasel faced Dennis it's his, Dennis leaves to be with Miss Piggy, and Zoe beats Den to death in the Vic with the baby. Then Chrissie gets a coat made of Den's skin, sells the Vic to Alfie (who will discover an antique working on the junk stall and become a millionaire, see if he doesn't) and everything can get back to normal. All the most annoying characters gone.
Or I'm afraid this means war.
And they can stop swearing on the Archers, too.