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Friday, 22 July 2011

The BrokenTV Continued Existence Appeal 2011

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[A BLACK SCREEN. SLOWLY, A MONOCHROME EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE BROKENTV OFFICE FILLS THE SCREEN. THE MELLIFLUOUS TONES OF JOANNA LUMLEY POLITELY INTRODUCE THEMSELVES TO YOUR EARS OVER A DELICATELY CHOSEN TRACK FROM A JOHANN JOHANNSSON ALBUM.]

LUMLEY: The offices of BrokenTV, the nation’s favourite telly-related website, after TV Cream, SOTCAA, NotBBC, and most of the others. For six long years, they’ve been trying to make us laugh, to learn, and to love.

[SHOTS OF BROKENTV’S FOUR GOOD UPDATES FADE IN AND OUT OF THE SCREEN – THE ONE WITH THE FOOTBALL STICKERS, THE ONE WITH THE TVTIMES PROGRAMME GENRE ICONS, THE ONE THAT LOTS OF PEOPLE MISTAKENLY THOUGHT WAS A PRO-PIRACY POSTER BUT WAS ACTUALLY JUST ANTI-UNSKIPPABLE-ANTI-PIRACY ADVERTS ON DVDS, AND THE ONE THAT WAS JUST A BUNCH OF SPOTIFY LINKS THAT GRAHAM LINEHAN RETWEETED ONCE]

LUMLEY: Sometimes, they even succeeded.

[SHOTS OF THE MORE ESOTERIC UPDATES FILL THE SCREEN IN RAPID SUCCESSION, LIKE THE ONE THAT WAS ALL ABOUT CRISPS THAT YOU COULDN’T EVEN BUY, OR ALL THE ONES THAT WERE JUST A LINK TO A YOUTUBE VIDEO, OR THE MULTI-PART UPDATES THAT NEVER EVER GOT FINISHED OH AND BY THE WAY THE BEST TV SHOW OF 2010 FROM THE RUNDOWN THAT NEVER GOT FINISHED WAS GOING TO BE SHERLOCK.]

LUMLEY: Often, they didn’t.

[CUT TO INTERIOR OF BROKENTV OFFICE. YELLOWING PAGES FROM MEDIAGUARDIAN STRUGGLE PATHETICALLY TO SERVE AS ‘WALLPAPER’. CRISP CRUMBS LITTER THE CARPET, THE COLOUR OF WHICH IS RENDERED INDECIPHERABLE DUE TO YEARS OF DUSTY NEGLECT. A WONKY MANTLEPIECE GROANS BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF MUSTY E180S, ATOP WHICH SITS A VOODOO DOLL OF SUNDAY MIRROR TV CRITIC KEVIN O’SULLIVAN.]

LUMLEY: Inside the dream factory, all is however not as well as you might suspect from the eternally sunny outlook displayed on the BrokenTV blog and Twitter feed.

[THE CAMERA SLOWLY PANS ACROSS THE ROOM TO TAKE IN MORE OF THE BLEAK OBJECTS WITHIN. A SECOND-HAND N64 GAMES CONSOLE HANGS BY ITS FAULTY AV CABLE FROM A DAMAGED TELEVISION STAND, JUST BELOW AN INTERFERENCE-RAVAGED CRT TELEVISION DISPLAY, FROM WHICH FLASHING GHOSTLY IMAGES OF LOOSE WOMEN TUMBLE UP THE SCREEN, ILLUMINATING MORE OF THE HORRORS SURROUNDING THIS GRIM TABLEAU. MORE NEWSPAPERS ARE SCATTERED OVER MUCH OF THE CARPET, UNOFFICIAL MADKATZ N64 CONTROLLERS SNAKE OUT BENEATH THE TV STAND IN VARIOUS DIRECTIONS, TORN POSTERS ADORN THE WALLS, SAVE FOR A WHITEBOARD UPON WHICH A SERIOUS OF WEAK DRAFTS FOR PUN-BASED TWITTER JOKES ARE SCRAWLED. FINALLY, THE CAMERA REACHES A FORLORN FIGURE ON HUDDLED ON A SOFA. IT IS BROKENTV PROPRIETOR AND SELF-PROCLAIMED ‘WIT’, MARK X. HE IS STARING DOWN AT A PLATE IN SEMI-STARVED RESIGNATION. THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL THAT ON THE PLATE IS THE ONLY ‘FOOD’ LEFT IN THE BROKENTV OFFICE. IT IS AN OLD WORKMAN’S BOOT. MARK X SIGHS AS HE SPRINKLES A LITTLE SALT ON THE BOOT, THEN PICKS UP HIS KNIFE AND FORK.]

LUMLEY: Times are hard at BrokenTV. For a fortnight now, the staff here have had to subsist on a diet of stock 1930s cartoon clichés. Only last Sunday, one fish skeleton had to feed three staff members. By Tuesday, the two remaining staff members had to make do with the cheese from a mousetrap. By Wednesday, the sole remaining employee of BrokenTV had to make do with a soup consisting of torn resignation letters floating in the salty bitter tears of despair. Even now, each time a passer-by passes by the window of the office, the hungry website proprietor hallucinates them turning into a giant strolling hot-dog in a hat.

Help is needed. And you can be it. The cupboards of the BrokenTV archives have been thrown open, and the contents spilled onto moderately popular tele-shopping world wide web-site “eBay”. Hundreds of magazines from the last twenty years, over a hundred of the finest DVDs a surprisingly small amount of money can buy, and three Wii games are all up for grabs, with many, many more due to be added to the list soon.

Lots of copies of PC Zone when Charlie Brooker was writing for it? They’re there. The majority of backissues from the entire history of videogaming magazine Edge?They’re there. Dozens of copies of no-really-it-used-to-be-really-bloody-good-then Loaded magazine? Yep. Copies of Select, Deluxe, internet magazines from when it was still quicker to read about things on the internet in a magazine rather than the internet itself, and many more? All there. Loads more to appear too, including music, books, and whatever else is in the big boxes of stuff the BrokenTV team have in their spare room extensive archive? All up very soon.

“But, Joanna Lumley, how can we make astonishingly high bids for all this stuff? TELL US, TELL US NOW?”, you may be asking. Why simply by visiting this link right here. That’s how!”

[CUT TO A SHOT OF JOANNA LUMLEY ON THE MANKY SOFA SAT NEXT TO MARK X, SMACKING HIS LIPS AS HE SLURPS A GRUBBY BOOTLACE INTO HIS MOUTH AS IF IT WERE THE MOST DELICIOUS PIECE OF SPAGHETTI IN ALL OF ROME.]

LUMLEY: After all, we want this team back to full strength as soon as possible! Ha ha ha ha!

[JOANNA LUMLEY PATS THE BURPING TV BLOGGER ON THE HEAD, UNTIL HER EXPRESSION SWITCHES TO ONE OF DISGUST, LEADING TO HER WIPING HER NOW GREASY PALM ON HER SKIRT.]


VERSION FOR PEOPLE WHO COULDN’T BE BOTHERED READING ALL THAT:


To play us out, courtesy of reader Matt Hamer, is an entertaining “mash-up” combining chart-topping smash “Barbara Streisand” from Duck Sauce, with the gallery-shaking bellowings of BrokenTV hero Stewart Morris. Enjoy!
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Wednesday, 12 November 2008

The Irony Is Almost Sickening

So. There's this really big rugby match we'd bought tickets for. Quite good tickets, too. Only for events to materialise that mean we won't be able to go to it.

The tickets arrive, their arrival coinciding with our credit card bill reminding us just how much we'd paid for the damn things. We decide to put the tickets on eBay for someone else to buy. We look at some other listings to see what they generally go for, as well as some other websites to get a bit of inspiration for writing up a description. Our search takes us to one of many profiteering scumbucket ticket scalping websites. Sorry, websites specialising in "providing premium, hard-to-get or sold out International and Six Nations Rugby tickets". We're not sure the classification for "hard-to-get" means "able to go to Ticketmaster's website on a Friday morning a couple of months ago", but then we're not experts.


Some rugby men, yesterday.

Looking at the pricing on said scumbucket ticket scalping website, tickets in the same area of the ground as ours are going for £150, before VAT. That means anyone buying four tickets exactly the same as the four sitting just to the left of our keyboard right now will pay a total of £705. The face value of each ticket? £55. That means EvilTouts.com (not their real URL) has plonked a markup of almost £500 on four pieces of card with a shiny hologram in one corner. Of course, this does mean that, were we to be similarly evil, we could pocket ourselves a crafty £500 profit. That would be enough for 50,000 penny chews!

Unfortunately as far as our bank manager is concerned, we're not evil, and we decide to list the four tickets, including Special Delivery postage, at £300. After accounting for the tickets, booking fees, eBay and PayPal charges and interest on the BrokenTV credit card, that probably only leaves a fairly modest profit with which to buy enough stale bread and "Whoops!"-stickered own-brand pineappleade for the BrokenTV collective's dinner for a whole week. Plus, of course, it means that four fellow rugby-likers will get to watch the match at a reasonable enough price to prevent Jesus in His heaven from crying himself to sleep.


A few more rugby men, the day before that.

Us being us, we decide to idly fill out our product description with a dash of whimsy, and a smattering of faux-outrage. Viz:

Six Nations (and de facto European) Champions Wales take on the mighty All Blacks at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium. The All Blacks will be keen to regain their rugby credentials after their capitulation against France.After a thrilling (if ultimately futile) comeback against World Champions South Africa, Welsh confidence couldn't be higher, which makes this a tantalising match-up.

Ticket scalping websites are shifting the cheapest Cat 3 tickets for this match at around £90 each, with tickets along the side like these (block L33, as per the map below) going for £150 each. £150! Ruddy hell. That means these four tickets would be £600 in total before VAT and postage. After VAT and postage? You're looking at £176.25 per ticket. That's a princely £705 for the four. It's not as if a fresh-from-Las Vegas Tom Jones is playing on the wing and you get a complimentary half-time lapdance from TV's formerly hot Sian Lloyd! £705! "Good Time Entertainments"? "Buying Up Block Bookings Of Tickets With Which To Fleece Honest Rugby Fans Entertainments", more like. I would rhetorically ask how they all sleep at night, but the answer is clearly "on expensively bought mattresses funded with the hard-earned wages of honest sports fans".

Sorry, got carried away. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I'm selling my four tickets (to reiterate, all four seated together in block L33) for a total £300, including postage by Special Delivery. That's a much more reasonable £75 each, and will be sent out by Royal Mail Special Delivery as soon as the listing ends, to ensure they arrive in plenty of time.

Of course, if it turns out that a fresh-from-Las Vegas Tom Jones really is playing on the wing and you genuinely do get a complimentary half-time lapdance from TV's formerly hot Sian Lloyd, I'm going to be looking pretty darned stupid at around 17:16 on the 22nd of November.

Granted, the above invective hardly makes us the new Max Boyce, or even whatever the rugby equivalent of Tim Lovejoy is, but it filled a space in the listing, maybe gave someone a bit of a chuckle, and cleared out a bit of angst-steam from our valves. If one-tenth of the seventeen people likely to read that listing are amused by it, we've satisfied one person, and provided another with 0.7 of a good time. We set the BuyItNow listing to five days, click 'Submit', and relax at 8:36pm.

At 8:43pm, our tickets have been sold and paid for. To a ticket scalping eShop that, if a sample listing of theirs is any indication, will be selling our tickets for around £140 each. And our listing was up for a fraction of the time it took us to take photos of the tickets, watermark them with our username, upload them, type out the description, and all the other stuff. And no-one, other than us and the buyer of the tickets (who almost certainly didn't bother reading the listing) paid attention to our lazily-typed description.


Another picture of rugby men. (Reader's voice: "That's rugby league, you dolt") Look, we don't know that much about it. Leave us alone.

Ah, crap.

(Oh, and the match in question will be live on BBC One, so this is in keeping with the BrokenTV remit.)
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Monday, 21 January 2008

Promises, Promises

Hey, all. You'll have to excuse the tardiness regarding posting over the last week or so, which has been due to Other Stuff. But here's something we just couldn't resist pointing out. Now, we haven't got around to watching Moving Wallpaper or Echo Beach yet (they're on our eternally expanding list of unwatched programmes on the BrokenTV PVR), so we're not quite sure why we'd clicked on this eBay listing, but we're pretty glad we did.



That's right. For the princely sum of One British Penny upwards, you could "win" a 49% share in a Echo Beach fan site. The name of which we've blanked out as part of our campaign against cynical advertising campaigns, but it won't exactly take Stephen Fry levels of aptitude to find it if you need to (not least because we're including a link to the eBay auction at the end of this sentence.) But, the real story isn't the way someone is cynically posting an auction in eBay to get publicity for their site and make some easy cash, it's this promise they're making to the lucky winner.
You will get to accompany the website owner on TV interviews and other Echo Beach and Moving Wallpaper events as well as any cast and crew meets if the site takes off and we are invited.
Ace. By that same twisted logic, we'd like to make the following offer: We're selling a 49% stake in BrokenIndustries. We won't let you post to any of the blogs or anything (not even BrokenFM), but you will get to accompany us to 60 Charlotte Street when we get invited to be a talking head on "50 Greatest Hamfisted Attempts To Fill Channel Four's Friday Night Schedule In January Without Celebrity Big Brother", and you'll get to meet Paul Ross. On the proviso that (a) the blog becomes popular enough to get us noticed by someone in television, (b) we get asked to appear on such a programme, (c) Channel Four ever stoop that low, and (d) by some accident of God, our physical appearance becomes acceptable to television viewers.

Just as soon as those four pieces of the jigsaw fall into place, YOU could be rubbing shoulders and pretending to hum along with theme tunes from 1980s Children's Programmes with such TV luminaries as Mark "Balls Of Steel" Dolan and The Little Cook Out Of Big Cook Little Cook. We've even noticed at least one visitor to the blog coming from Channel Four Television, so we're practically 25% there (although, in the interests of full disclosure, it's quite possible they were just Googling "Beverly D'Angelo shower", like 33% of our visitors).

The bidding starts at [looks at big number in red at bottom of bank statement] £1786.33. Paypal accepted!
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