I’m watching a “Play for Today” from 1980 on BBC Four and gladdened to hear it is to return. Creative freedom, to make mistakes – that’s what our writers need… and a chance! In the past few years it looks like we’ve given up on writers. In the spectacle of Reality Television its red-top headlines that drive the action, editors create the storyline – a narrator provides the psudo-inteligent monologue, reminding us BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.

The more we seem to record of this ‘reality’ the more we chance corrupting future memories. Isn’t that ironic? Through a program named “Big Brother” we may end up writing a fake past. Sadly the all powerful totalitarianism that drive the this Vision on our Television sets is not anywhere as esteemed as Minitrue, we are governed by – what I hold to be the most disgusting denominator in this country – the General Public.

Play for Today was always about realism, something makes me believe that if the BBC keep the word Play in the title the retards who write for soaps / sitcoms (the proliferation of which I hold whoever canceled the original Play for Today responsible for) won’t have the balls to submit a script. We’re not looking for spin-offs here, its one-off moments of theater – non-pretentious – we need to force-feed the masses. I say ‘we’, but I don’t think my half-assed attempts, thus far, will meet the grade…

I’m really trying to be upbeat about this reemergence, the BBC has been really letting us down lately. No idea what I’m on about- BBC News: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.