Three men (Norman Cöster, Erik Haffner and Tommy Krappweis) were visiting a televion channel and saying: „We‘ve got a marvellous idea about a new star“. The editor said: „Then tell me about it.“ Then the three men said: „Well, there‘s a moody tin loaf...“. A big joke, they thought maybe. But no, this anti-fun-guerilla called „Bernd the bread“ actually came to television and now this is gonna be turning seriously for this involuntarily super star. Bernd would say: „Let‘s get this over with.“ Alright.

Right inside a dazzling fun event culture with a bunch of hyped mega emotion shows Bernd the bread, made up by Tommy Krappweis and equipped with grumply lines, takes his right to be in a bad mood. There are no reasons why not. First he was never asked by anyone if he wants to be on telly after all. Tommy Krappweis just baked him there.

Bernd never would have signed for a casting, NEVER! And if that‘s not enough in his first show called „Great things“ he was given two partners who‘d also drive sunny minds into depression:

The everlasting chatterbox Chili the sheep and Briegel the bush, a crazy inventor.

The permanent test assistent was - and still is - Bernd, of course who meanwhile has to get through the most dangerous stunts for „Chili TV“. His mood was stabilised in the black-grey section by this.

Bernd, representative for us, refuses the terror of cheerfulness which constantly comes out of the TV. Bernd is the subversive denier who regognizes and denominates the misleading methods of TV business...well, part of it.

Bernd gets depressed by this mindless mischief which his partners and his directors command from him, he protects himself and his dignity with a though program of contrast: „Can I go now? I‘d like to go home and stare at the wall.“ Bernd grumbly maintains discipline where others tell themselves they were doing all this with joy. The pattern of an ingrain wallpaper and a reliable portion of flour soup is all Bernd the smart permanent loser cares about.

Bernd still hasn‘t lost hope to escape from this dirty business someday.
But we can‘t approve this because we need him, this dual system baked to bread which enchants children and adults. Just everyone who don‘t want to join the permanent grinners. With his steadiness that practically makes him to an anti Ruge (“All gets bad“ could be his family motto) Bernd moaningly climbed to a position of our televion therapist.

And whenever he wants to escape from the screen like he always tries every evening at 9:00 pm - as futile as bitterly funny - we have to answer him with his very own words: „Forget it!“

Sorry, Bernd.