What's that all about?

Growing up with scooby doo ...

It used to be so simple. I'd flick through the sky menu missing out the "kids" section to get to MTV. 1... 2... 3...4...5.7...8... But last year (at the age of six) the shout of "Oy you missed number 6" began bellowing accross the living room.

I now face the torment of knowing that everytime I go to the kicthen, bathroom, wherever, that the Kids channel will be on when I get back. And every time, its scooby f*cking doo. So I'm watching it on Sunday. There's an alien ant terrorising some old ladys farm when Mr. Real Estate turns up saying "I'll buy the farm off you" and my daughter goes "I reckon it's him"

Brilliant. It's only taken her 7 years but now she's twigged once, the magic of scooby doo will be gone for good. No more will I have to put up with 6 hours of it on a Sunday. (I tried sending her to the kicthen so I could change channel but she took the remote control with her.)

Lets face it, any programme with plot lines so lame that a 7 year old can get it needs to be banned and the script writer shot. I reckon it's criminal that they got away with it for years. 10 minutes of exactly the same cartoon (Yikes, Raggy.. Run) and then a 5 minute summing up explaining it all.

Thelma: hmmm. I did get suspicious when the ant jumped out of the window and I found a scrap of green glowing cloth on the window sill, and that the window sill was over looking a big bush and then Mr real Estate steps out from behind the bush saying that he was watering it even though it was raining. Hmmmm..

Pile of arse.

posted by Toaster @ 7:52 AM