Tonight saw the final episode of series three of Mrs Brown's Boys, as broadcast on BBC1 in the UK. Whilst I am not really a fan of the show, I have endured it over the weeks of its current run. There must obviously be some appeal for a certain section of the British public, especially considering more than 7 million people have been tuning in to keep up with the events of its main protagonist (and, some would say, antagonist) Agnes Brown and her family.
To say I understand its popularity is somewhat of an overstatement. I have been hoping that there would be something in it to change my mind, and I could then say I enjoy it, but alas no, I am still struggling on that front.
Mrs Brown seems to spend all her time interfering in her children's lives without any of the fallout you'd expect from such put upon offspring (most kids would have dishoned someone that annoying). And, of course when she's not interfering she's swearing and generally being vulgar to boot.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, far from it, I love nothing more than a good double entendre, and have been known to swear like the proverbial trooper (not that I've ever met a trooper, or heard one swear either), but as kids we were told it's not big and its not clever. In fact my mum once told me 'we'll have no f*cking in this house'; to which i found incredibly funny, and repeated on several occasions in the days that followed. Admittedly I was a 15 year old boy who still found the word 'bollocks' funny (actually that still makes me chuckle a little).
Maybe the simple, vulgar nature of the language is its overall appeal.
I guess what I'm trying to convey here is the slightly hypocritical nature of the world we live in. Its not big or clever when kids do it but its hilarious when adults do it on, and watch it on TV.
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