Can Drapers really beat a cosy night in with your favourite TV shows?
If you’re reading this, it’s most definitely too late. The finalists of the last ever BBC production of The Great British Bake Off have been announced and sadly it wasn’t your spaghetti hoops on toast that caught Paul Hollywood’s eye. Many of us will have happy memories sitting at home with a brew, dunking a digestive and watching onwards as several bakers stress over the flapping filo, drizzly double cream and of course, the infamous baked Alaska. But when you move to University it all changes, Brigid Harrison-Draper examines the rise (baking pun) and fall (baking pun again) of the TV viewing experience at University and why sometimes, it’s just best to live in your kitchen.
You’re sat in the kitchen being sociable when one person strolls in, TV License paid for of course, and suggests one should watch GBBO in the kitchen. Minutes later you’re making a shopping list that includes items such as desiccated coconut, fromage frais and those weird little grapes that they put on top of cakes in restaurants that you’re too scared to eat incase its just for decoration. Watching GBBO can bring everybody in the flat together, you get your ovens pre-heated and soon enough Paul Hollywood is round judging your buns and giving you ‘that look’. The phenomena that is The Great British Bake Off has sparked a wide range of university students investing in the show and hosting socials based around GBBO, after all we do all love a slice of Paul Hollywood, sorry, I meant cake.
But it can be hard for people to simply enjoy the viewing experience at university, when they are simply used to watching TV with their family. Take University Challenge for example, a programme which I for one grew up laughing at the elongated answers, struggling to understand the concept of why someone would study rocks at a higher educational level and completely envying the knitwear of the contestants. But when I came here it wasn’t the same, nobody would give me £5 if I got 3 questions in a row right like my dad did, nobody would laugh if I shouted out ‘Shakespeare’ for every literature answer and nobody certainly understood my excitement when Paxman announced that the music round would be a selection of popular music. I came to the sad reality that nobody shared the same passion I did for something I held so dearly to my heart. But who cares! I moved onto something else me and my flat mates shared a passion for, and that came in the form of a certain man with glasses…Mr Louis Theroux. From now on I will be spending a lot of time sat in the kitchen playing Louis Theroux’s Wild Weekends on repeat until someone hears and joins in.
Coming to terms with the fact that some TV shows are simply to be enjoyed with by a family seems to hit hard during the first few weeks of university but when you realise that you can all share a love for one thing that can result in a flat night in and not spending a ridiculous amount of money on a single vodka and coke, well that does make one remotely interested.
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