As some of you may have realised I have quite an obsession with television. As much as it annoys me, I cannot deny that it inspires me. It’s for exactly that reason that for the next 7 days I am going to give ‘The Story of Albert Ross’ away for free. And moreover it’s not without a sense of occasion that I have chosen today.
Today is an important anniversary in the history of television. On October 2, 1925, John Logie Baird managed to transmit moving images with continuous tonal variation. It was arguably the first ever transmission of moving images. It took him until January the following year to perfect his invention. Nevertheless, without it our lives would have looked considerably different.
To commemorate John Logie Baird’s breakthrough I am giving ‘The Story of Albert Ross’ away for free until midnight on the 9th of October. All you have to do, is click here: www.smashwords.com and then choose which file type you wish to download. After you click ‘buy’ you will be prompted to log in or sign up for an account. As soon as you do either, you will be directed to the cart screen where you will find a coupon box underneath the price. Enter the following coupon code – RX23u and then you will have my story for free. The only thing I ask of you is that if you enjoy the story, please review it wherever you find it, as it’s your reviews which encourage others to read my work.
Television used to be something wonderful. As a kid it was a mesmerizing force which was clearly more intelligent than every adult I encountered. It was my babysitter, my teacher, my entertainer and my best friend. And then something horrible happened. I got old.
One of the most difficult things a middle-aged man ever has to come to terms with is that he will never ever be in the A-Team. Or he will never be James Bond. Or a professional football player. Or any other of the lives which seem infinitely more interesting than ours which are blasted out from the googlebox week in week out. Eventually a man can come to terms with it, until he experiences a moment of revelation.
In my lifetime television has inexplicably given birth to reality tv shows. Gone are the days of sexy television shows in magnificent places. Now they are replaced by a stream of fake tanned, fake haired genetically modified metro sexual ponces who are just as poor as we are, doing things which are less interesting than we do whilst desperately courting the attention of anyone who is interested. People have become famous for going on television and being themselves. And that Ladies and Gentleman is sick.
Now my middle-aged disappointment has been replaced with repulsion. I am repulsed by the fact that somehow our society has enough money to pay people to be themselves. As a consequence it is a factor in the death of escapism. In the years long past people would read a book, or rent a dvd or go to the cinema. Now they watch people on television in their living rooms, being people, watching television, in their living rooms. Somewhere along the lines people have lost their imagination and never got around to looking for it once again. My Grandfather used to say ‘if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.’ Maybe I should write a book about a guy who is writing a book about a guy who is writing a book? Surely that would be a bestseller. If that fails I could record myself performing a self-lobotomy and upload it to YouTube. Now I am certain that would be a hit.