Making a meal out of having a good old moan

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When historians look back on the early part of the 21st Century they will undoubtedly have plenty to chew over.

It is likely it will be viewed as a period when terrorism and zealotry changed the shape of the world forever and one when technology transformed the way we talked to one another.

I would also wager a Bitcoin (if I had one) that this current generation will be viewed as the pettiest bunch of moaners since the beginning of time. It is a belief I have held for a long time but it was strengthened last week when a large portion of the nation lost its marbles over a Baked Alaska. I have never actually eaten Baked Alaska, I am not sure anybody who doesn’t remember Dallas first time around has tried it.

To the uninitiated Baked Alaskagate - yes it has been afforded the much vaunted ‘gate’ suffix - centred around a supposed controversy on BBC1’s super successful Great British Bake Off. I watched it once, only because the paint on my front door had stopped drying and Robson Green’s programme on deep sea fishing wasn’t on.

But millions do and many were outraged when a 60-something woman momentarily removed ice cream, belonging to a man with a beard, from a freezer, causing him to have a hissy fit and throw his Baked Alaska in the bin. Game over. Viewers complained to the Beeb and television’s regulator and the nation’s most popular newspaper considered it to be front page news in a week when we had the bombshell that 1,400 young girls had been abused in Rotherham.

Why do people feel the need to complain about something so trivial? It may be because it is far easier to complain these days - companies employ teams to deal with consumer ‘feedback’ while haulage firms ask motorists to shop their drivers if they make a phonecall or slurp a McFlurry at the wheel. We also know our rights, which is no bad thing especially when a fellow airline passenger reclines their seat into your lap. Once upon a time the weary traveller would have taken this insult on the chin (or lap) but twice last week airlines were forced to act after passengers were declined the right to recline.

These small acts of passenger revolution are welcome but we need to pick our battles and I suggest venting our collective spleen over a pudding which about 15 people can ever remember tasting is not one worth fighting. History will not remember us fondly.