It’s the Chelsea Flower Show time of year again. As we are not attending we will watch the many (at least three) daily television programmes covering the event and I realise already, on day one, that I am in for another week of frustration and of directing foul language at the innocent television set – simply the messenger!
I know that again this year I will be confounded by the fact that the programme producers will present less in a week of programmes that one could see in a day at the event. It will also bugger me to screaming level that visits and reports on even the major gardens presume that the viewers have the attention span of a greenfly. Each segment will rarely stretch beyond a minute but is destined to be repeated as nauseam throughout the week for there seems to be a presumption that gardeners are unable to concentrate any longer than the snapshot/soundbite that is the style of presentation for such events.
Wait, as I write, the Cambridges – British Royals – have been featured for what seems like a full two minutes. Obviously, they are the kind of eye-candy the programme producers consider most suitable for us – not the gardens, not the plant, not the garden designers!
The coverage has moved to BBC2 and, the main man, Monty Don has appeared and someone has found a necktie for him and buttons for his Chinese labourer’s jacket.
Things are looking up! At least, it is someone who has been at the show on previous years – a presenter began her report today by telling us it was her first time at the show!
There, I am the eternal optimist! Always setting myself up for disappointment – well, it is the BBC! Pfffffffffffffffffff!