Occasionally, overthinking things is fun and entertaining: “Swiper, No Swiping!”: The Demonology of Dora the Explorer. Via MeFi, which has plenty more links and this this wonderful comment:
Q:How realistic is the Fireman Sam series? Like, would a town that’s really that small actually have a fire fighting force with such seemingly advanced and expensive equipment? I’m wondering if things are different in the UK, a town that small in the US would not. (yes, I know it’s not meant to be a documentary)
A: It would if the residents of said town were as oblivious and stupid as the people of Pontypandy. The town officials wouldn’t have much choice but to dedicate the bulk of the village budget to fire and rescue. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a town left. You might think that it would be better to put that money in the schools, so that future generations would learn things like “don’t store the camping fuel next to the space heater,” but that ship has sailed; the children of Pontypandy won’t survive to create the next generation if there’s no boat to fetch them every single time the fucking tide goes out.
What I can’t figure out is why they have all that expensive equipment, but they only hired one competent fire fighter: Sam. Penny’s almost competent, except that she can’t figure out to stay far away from the other firefighters when she knows they’re going to pin her under the truck or something.
Does Sam get any time off? What happens then? “What’s that? Norman and his friends accidentally set your collection of oil-soaked rags on fire? And they’re trapped in your shed with them? Why don’t you let them out? … Yeah, doorknobs are tricky things. Anyway, Sam’s gone down to visit his mother in the valley for the afternoon, so why don’t you just go back inside and turn up your TV real loud. We could send a crew, but we all know that means six dead people instead of four. Try to have a nice afternoon.”