During the void of nothingness, just after BBC Breakfast finishes and until BBC News @ 6 begins, the BBC chose to fill this 9 hour or so void with a plethora of unvaried antique shoes such as Cash in the Attic, Car Booty to name a few.
These uninspired low budget productions stink of poor producing, cheap presenters and what would appear to be the purposeful choice of the dullest families and couples of the country.
The concept is, quoted from the production companies website- The show that helps you find hidden treasures in your home, and then sells them for you at auction.
Even this copyrighted marketing tag line fails to deliver even a hint of excitement or viewing pleasure, which is quite rightly the exact same way to describe this programme.
So, a group of a presenters and experts, usually nothing more than fresh faced Drama school dropouts, attempt to help find trinkets of some monetary value, if not nothing, in their homes and, to ones disbelief, not necessarily their attics.
Usually these couples in question, are either elderly or young couples fresh out of University with no money in the bank. Followed by a team of a Barbour wearing country boy ''Alastair Appleton'' and his minion, a strangely dressed antiques expert rather unaffectionately named ''Johnty'', they go to work by firstly appearing at the victims homes.
These victims do their best to look remotely surprised, even if they were briefed 19 times on the arrival of the presenters and film crew several hours prior. As they go around the homes, looking at the victims closest and dearest items, they usually come across a point of interest item such as some rather dusty and deformed silverware collection.
With suppressed excitement, the victims attempt to be surprised and interested, with the camera man, in vain, trying to zoom in on their faces to capture even the most miniscule trace of interest whatsoever.
Then they go to auction, of course, after the items have been ''estimated'' by the ''expert'', usually at nominal prices if not nothing. A few 1980's style montage shots of the various victims and presenters looking at items accompanied by a Royalty Free soundtrack that stinks of Muzak.
At the auction house, a Rocky style 80's tension track plays during every bid, 10 minutes later, after seeing fast talking auctioneers, the victims screaming in excitement or dread at an under value price item being sold it all ends.
We find out if they have reached their target, usually a certain amount of money required to purchase a holiday, new television or sofa. After much jumping with subdued glee, the presenters say adieu and the show ends. Thankfully.
