I thought the London 2012 Olympics were great. I’ve not given any real thought to the winter Olympics other than to note the run up in which the media hit us with “terrorist” stories and then tales of unfinished hotel accommodation, presumably for journos. I didn’t even watch the opening ceremony. I think I was down the pub.
Now the games are in full flow I’m getting into the swing of it, especially with programmes like the one about Torvill and Dean being shown last night. Yesterday I followed @jamienichollsuk and @billymorgan89. I don’t normally do that sort of thing but they both seemed like such nice guys.
This morning we watched the women’s freestyle snowboard competition and cheered Jenny Jones to her bronze, also cheering loudly, though of course sympathetically, every time someone who might have knocked her off her podium spot fell or made a mistake.
Eventually we, the kids gathered in the kitchen to watch on my Chromebook. A Full English was on offer by request of Kid 4 just returned from the breakfast wasteland that was the School skiing trip to Bormio in Italy – quite topical.
Prior to that the snowboarding was on the TV in the TV room, the Chromebook in the kitchen and Kid 3’s laptop upstairs. I dare say were they awake, Kids 1 & 2 would also have been watching on their own laptops in their garrets in Oxford and Durham.
Watching habits have changed forever. If my wife wants to watch a TV programme and a kid is watching some other junk (all junk whatever the prog and whoever the person – Duck Dynasty excepted) she will revert to the iPad in the kitchen. Unless it’s me who already has possession of the TV in which case I just have to put up with “I’m a celebrity watch me bake a cake, paint the house and do other inane acts in which they add no value other than pander to the insatiable thirst of people up and down the country who are watching the programme because they liked said celebrity when they were on Eastenders, Coronation Street and On The Busses (woteva).
My usual response is to bury my head in my laptop and then annoy Anne when she makes a comment about the programme “we” re watching only to find I haven’t been listening and have no idea what she is talking about.
Watching TV is meant to be a communal exercise didn’t you know? Maybe in the pre internet days. Now it is something done on your own, possibly with headphones plugged in so that nobody else is disturbed by your addiction. Headphones are particularly essential when catching up with the Archers which I know is not a TV programme but is particularly offensive to many of us.
That isn’t to say there aren’t times when it is good to watch TV together – watching the rugby in the pub for example.
Back to the Winter Olympics it will be interesting to see whether they affect bandwidth use in the same way as the London 2012 games. I only have anecdotal evidence thus far – I wouldn’t normally be watching iPlayer on a Sunday morning. I’ll report back when I have more specific data.
Anyway gotta go. It’s Sunday morning and Sunday stopped being a day of rest since the kids arrived – I have a jobslist.
Well done Jenny Jones. Proud of you:)