What Kati did Next; Cooking up a storm over TV cussing

I don’t wish to alienate half my readers but I fear I’m about to.

Big Cook, Little Cook.

See? I really don’t mean to but I have never been so infuriated in my life. For the lucky few who don’t spend their lives glued to CBeebies I shall give you a quick synopsis of said BCLC.

Two grown men, actors lets say, dressed in costumes, pantomimic outfits let’s say, bounce around a kitchen, educating us in the ways of food. Little Cook flies off on his wooden spoon to show us films about the origins of beetroot or rather less PC, how toffee is made, while Big Cook stays behind in the kitchen preparing a meal for a character that has recently alighted at their café.

It could be a butterfly. For her they would whip up some flower cakes or for Bo Peep, a mashed potato sheep maybe.

Anyway after all this cookery madness they sing a relentless song about clearing up and then round the whole thing off with a lame joke. However this is not what I’m concerned about.

I don’t think BCLC is too bad really. It teaches children that the oven is hot, hot, hot, that they have to clear up after themselves and that men in multicoloured clothing shouldn’t always be avoided.

In fact my annoyance doesn’t in anyway stem from this specific program. It’s the actors that play said BC and LC.

Last week, we, that is the teenager and us, where watching another list of 100 greatest somethings when BC and his much larger than normal friend LC swore. Not just the once but about three times.

Then they reappeared between another greatest something and swore again. Now thankfully the smallest one was in bed and to be honest he wouldn’t know a swear word from, well, another nicer word, but I did.

The teenager did. In fact the teenager was more shocked than I and I was shocked. I think its because she remembers them from the first time round. It was the disappointment. I trusted those boys with my child.

I believed their assurances that sweetcorn and marshmallow compliment one another perfectly and now I feel soiled.

I can no longer watch BCLC with the same dull enthusiasm I used to. That’s half my life over. Now can you see why I dared to alienate?