Keeping the old dudes in the game
The Idol competition is one of attrition. Start with a huge mass, scrape away the peeling, remove the sections, one by one until all that remains is a single (hopefully full of talent) core. The process is slow, so I took a few weeks off, but I came back to my seat in the audience this evening.
And I remain all too aware of the process, unfortunately. Too many commercial breaks. Too much “back story” and not enough music. For pity’s sake, we get more energy in a single episode of Glee! Yes, there’s talent but no, karaoke is not a contact sport.
The same phone robot called again this evening. Someone wants to know how I would/will vote, whenever the writ is finally dropped. The answer is simple. I live in a parliamentary democracy, and my vote will be available to the person that will best represent my interests in the next few parliaments. It doesn’t mean that my loyalty to a party line (with its logo and colours and theme song) is a given. The way my grandfather voted means nothing here.
My rush to the bus each morning reminds me that I’m getting older. No way I want to keep in the game until I’m seventy (no matter how much the various governments offer to bonify my pension payments). If they really want to keep the old dudes in the game, they’d better find a way to keep us from hurting along the way. Enough money to buy an extra can of soup at the grocery store isn’t enough, any more.
