2 pieces in the Obesevor about Janet Street-Porter this one by Rafael Behr, agrees with me about the winner of the last show.
Thank God, then, for Saturday night TV and the rebirth of family light entertainment. More specifically, thank the X-Factor and Strictly Come Dancing, both of which have rescued the over-30s from the scrap-heap of popular culture.
The Holy Grail of broadcasting is a programme that will hook every member of the family. But until the current season it was accepted that the idea of a convergence of the generations around the TV on a Saturday night was itself obsolete.
Choice, it was reckoned, had refined our palates so much that mass entertainment would taste bland to everyone.
This has been proved wrong by Strictly Come Dancing (slightly famous people are partnered with professionals in a knock-out ballroom dance competition) and the X-Factor (Joe and Joanne Public, trained by seasoned Svengalis, take part in a musical talent contest).
Both programmes bridge the generation gap. The X-Factor has an over-25s category, two contestants from which, amiable middle-aged pub crooner Steve and charmingly bonkers soul diva Rowetta, are favourites to win. What's more, one of the judges, Sharon Osbourne, is 50 years old... and cool.
The real test of whether or not Britain has found a new affection for seniority will, of course, be the new series of I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here, (slightly famous people are judged by the public according to their ability to eat worms), which starts tonight. Last year Jenny Bond, redoutable middle-aged BBC journalist, was robbed of the crown by vacuous popstrel Kerry McFadden. This time the smart money has to be on a pro-brains backlash in support of 57-year-old broadcast veteran Janet Street-Porter.
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