This is absolute filth

...it wasn't what was said on the tin.

It was filth all right, but not the sort of filth you might be thinking of, you reprobates.

It was a DVD of a upcoming drama called Filth - The Mary Whitehouse Story.

Mrs W, you may recall, was the interfering old busybody who made a career of complaining about TV programmes in the 1960s.

In the red corner was a frustrated old teacher and housewife who wanted to impose her own morality on schedules.

In the blue corner, the very blue corner if Mrs W was to believed, was the director general of the BBC determined to modernise television.

The drama, appropriately on the BBC, stars Julie Walters as the campaigner and the North's own Alun Armstrong as her husband.

Mrs Whitehouse won a few small victories along the way but, if she were alive today, she would have to admit defeat.

Programmes like Big Brother, although not on the BBC, would have been on her hit list.
So would anything with Russell Brand and the freaks who appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show.

If TV screens were not filled with filth in the 1960s they certainly are, in Mrs W's interpretation, filled with filth today.

A similar campaign today would be a lost cause.

The only thing to do is let people make their own minds up even if their viewing of choice involves brown paper packages.