�Reality� TV is really getting out of hand now.  It used to be a novelty, something which was actually rather fun to watch but now it�s practically all that�s on.  I watched the first couple of series of �Big Brother�, mainly because I was on the dole at the time and incredibly bored.  But surely enough is enough.  For a start, calling it �reality TV� is a lie because who is going to act normally when their every move is being filmed from all angles and beamed into thousands of homes courtesy of telly and the internet?  It�s hard enough to be natural when you�re in the company of people you don�t know very well, let alone in a weird situation like that.  How much of an egotist must you have to be to want to be put under that kind of scrutiny?  Most of us don�t like being stared at, like goldfish in a bowl.  Most of us don�t want to be famous because we value our privacy too much and don�t want strangers prying into our business. 

These people obviously have an over-bearing need to be wanted, no matter what the cost.  Fame is like some new, sexy drug, and anyone can buy it these days if they�re willing to pay the price.  But, the trouble is, you�re not entirely sure what the price is going to be until afterwards, and then it�s too late.  Fame for the sake of fame is empty and meaningless.  Surely anyone can see that?  You only have to look at the casualties of fame (and the list is endless) to see that it�s not a substitute for happiness.  And attaining fame when you don�t even have any discernible talent must be even more of a risky business. People like that are trying to fill the void with another void.   I include people like the Pap Idol �winners� in that category, by the way, because all they have are pretty faces which look good on posters on 6 year-olds� walls  and half decent singing voices.  I�ve heard better singers at karaoke nights.  These poor kids are going to be in a shit-load of trouble in a couple of years time, when they�re fucked up and in the Priory to dry out/clean up.  That�s if they can afford a bed, after their managers and record companies and  hangers on have bled them dry.

Apparently, the last �celebrity� edition of �Big Brother� (if you can call Anne Diamond, Les Dennis and those other fuckers celebs �let�s face it, none of those cunts were above D list)  had the lowest ratings of any of them.  Good.  Maybe that will make lazy TV execs sit up and take note.  Maybe, shorn of the Holy Grail of  high ratings, they�ll see that a lot of us couldn�t care less about watching people in a completely artificial situation, doing incredibly mundane things. You�re meant to sit on your couch and watch these non-entities on TV doing exactly the same thing.  What is the fucking point in that, exactly?  It�s DULL.  You�d be better off switching the telly off and doing the hoovering or something. 

TV is now full to bursting point with people who have been given presenting jobs solely because they�ve been on �reality� TV shows.  Annoying pricks like Jeremy whatever-his-second-name is who was apparently on something called �Airport� (everyone called Jeremy is a wanker � FACT.  Except Jeremy Bowen, the permanently sozzled news presenter.  He rules!), Jane McDonald (third rate cabaret singer, currently residing in a bargain bin near you), Brian the Irish poof (who was at least quite funny on BB), thick as pig-shit Helen (whose TV presenting �career� consisted of a slot on GMTV which was swiftly axed when it was discovered she couldn�t read the auto-cue.  Can she read at all, I wonder?), the list goes on and on.  It�s not really, um, fair to give really well-paid jobs to these people just because they�re shallow enough to want everyone to see them doing a shit on national TV. 

On second thoughts, maybe that�s EXACTLY the kinds of people who should get the TV jobs.  Let�s face it, apart from those fuckers, who else would want them?

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