Reality Television.
So I watched England’s pitiful display tonight. I didn't turn the game on till fifteen minutes gone, by which time it was already 2-0 to Croatia. I decided I was gonna stay in and watch the game at home rather than going to the club. I then promptly fell asleep and didn't properly wake up till half time.
After the break I started to get into the game, slowly moving towards the edge of my seat and by the time we got the (not a) penalty I was standing right in front of the tele. As soon as the penalty went in I ran to the club (apparently my month and a half non-smoking has had an affect) and watched the rest of the game there.
Bollocks is all I can say. England always do this to me. They worry the shit out of me, then they convince me they’ve got it in the bag and I relax and think all is going to be ok. then they just freck with my head and it all goes to shitezen.
So bollocks to all that.
Anyway the reason for this post is that after the game I was in the club and on the tele was the most recent shockingly bad reality television programme, hosted by Tit and Dick or some such.
This got me thinking about reality TV in general and this is when I had my revelation, or epiphany if you'd prefer. it goes like this.
'I'm a Z-list celebrity, please don't slaughter me'
The Concept: A group of has been / wanna-be celebrities and dropped off in the jungle and have to interact with each other for a week. At the end of the week the viewing public decide which of the group will be entered into the 'running man' style game, where the chance of survival is about ten percent.
If they die, they are shredded and are sprayed over the remaining 'contestants' However, if they survive they are moved onto the promised land or the 'Island' as it is sometimes called. This however is main 'DRAW' for the audience. Because if they survive the game they are drugged, or 'put to sleep' and then sliced up by our expert but eternally angry chief, then feed back to the remaining contestants as they next few meals.
To be fair the subsequent seasons of the show will have to be named 'I'm a z-list celebrity please don't slaughter me then feed me to my new friends' but I think it'll be a huge hit.
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After the break I started to get into the game, slowly moving towards the edge of my seat and by the time we got the (not a) penalty I was standing right in front of the tele. As soon as the penalty went in I ran to the club (apparently my month and a half non-smoking has had an affect) and watched the rest of the game there.
Bollocks is all I can say. England always do this to me. They worry the shit out of me, then they convince me they’ve got it in the bag and I relax and think all is going to be ok. then they just freck with my head and it all goes to shitezen.
So bollocks to all that.
Anyway the reason for this post is that after the game I was in the club and on the tele was the most recent shockingly bad reality television programme, hosted by Tit and Dick or some such.
This got me thinking about reality TV in general and this is when I had my revelation, or epiphany if you'd prefer. it goes like this.
'I'm a Z-list celebrity, please don't slaughter me'
The Concept: A group of has been / wanna-be celebrities and dropped off in the jungle and have to interact with each other for a week. At the end of the week the viewing public decide which of the group will be entered into the 'running man' style game, where the chance of survival is about ten percent.
If they die, they are shredded and are sprayed over the remaining 'contestants' However, if they survive they are moved onto the promised land or the 'Island' as it is sometimes called. This however is main 'DRAW' for the audience. Because if they survive the game they are drugged, or 'put to sleep' and then sliced up by our expert but eternally angry chief, then feed back to the remaining contestants as they next few meals.
To be fair the subsequent seasons of the show will have to be named 'I'm a z-list celebrity please don't slaughter me then feed me to my new friends' but I think it'll be a huge hit.
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posted by Matt at
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1 Comments:
So glad I didn't watch the game..
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