They're All In Bed, Quick, Stick On The Good Stuff

So here I am on a Wednesday night trying to stay awake for Other Voices, the only decent programme RTE have managed to produce since the Cuban missile crisis.

And just in case too many people might get to bear witness to this fine show they have decided to air it at quarter to midnight on a Wednesday night. Which sounds like the work of some demented fucker until you consider that this is a marked improvement on last year when it was aired simultaneously on a Friday night with Later with Jools Holland on BBC1.

So let's be thankful for that particular small mercy. Baby steps out there in Montrose, don't do anything too rash. You want to drip feed those improvements, the last thing we want is to be swamped with enhancements to our standard of living, snowed under, buried beneath an avalanche of common sense, not knowing which way is up. Spoilt rotten. That would never work.

Of course I soldier on trying to ignore the obvious implication of this scheduling decision; that anyone with a mild interest in live music of any quality is a student, an alcoholic, unemployed, a drug addict or some combination thereof who couldn't possibly need to be out of bed at any point before noon of a Thursday.

Or maybe that's it; an elaborate conspiracy to keep the dissidents exactly where they want them; in the scratcher out of harm's way while they run Celebrity Come Dine With Me, Operation Transformation and Killinafuckinskully on a loop in prime time and I not noticing a thing over in the corner getting myself jacked up on speed to be able to stay up and watch Mad Men. Bastards.