So, it’s the final of the Apprentice tonight. Good. This means it won’t be on TV any more and neither will its endless adverts. Although I’m actually quite impressed at how the BBC are able to portray exactly how stupid the applicants are every week in only a few seconds. If I were a business tycoon I don’t think I’d be hiring any of them. In case you hadn’t been able to guess, I’m not exactly a fan of the reality TV genre. I don’t watch The Apprentice, X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent, Big Brother or any of those “let’s find a random off the streets to play the lead in our musical because they’re much cheaper than real actors” type things that are ALWAYS presented by Graham Norton. I hate Graham Norton.
I suppose Big Brother started off a lot of this reality deluge. Whoever came up with it was either a) very lazy or b) an absolute genius. It’s like a form of torture and they just seem intent upon winding up the attention-seeking morons that sign up for it year in year out. You know the type, they’re after fame for fame’s sake and are of the opinion that any exposure is good exposure. Trust me, it’s not. In my life I have watched only one series of Big Brother and the only reason I did was that it was 13 weeks long and I wanted to kill some time as I had a lot of it to kill. Once I’d started watching, though, I couldn’t not look, it was like watching a car crash. I was permanently horrified that people would act in the way they did anywhere in society, never mind on national television.
Perhaps this just demonstrates the difference between me and the kind of people that sign up for these shows. I would like to be known for my achievements (currently none of note) and if there are none I’m happy enough not to be known at all. Far better that than to be recognised as “the one who likes to have very public tantrums”, “the one who’s whiter than white but liked to talk all street like the black girls tho innit” or “the one who was vilified for being fat, racist and looking like a pig only for there to be a complete u-turn when they got cancer and died and everyone started revering them in the way they did Princess Diana.” Hmmmm, who could I mean?
One thing I really don’t understand is why they call it reality TV when there’s nothing real about it. A particularly far-fetched episode of Diagnosis Murder is probably more realistic (and, yes, I know DM is a load of old pap but myself and some friends have something of a soft spot for it). Things like Big Brother are contrived and painful to watch and while we all accept that real life can be pretty atrocious and throws all kinds of shit at us, how many of us would invite this willingly and publicly? I envisage that one day they’ll go too far with their Chinese water torture style tasks and that a contestant will go nuts and either take out the others with a kitchen knife or top themselves. Hopefully in the name of decency Channel 4 would pull the plug but what is far more likely is that ratings would rocket and they’ll stage bigger and better rampages in future series. In fact you should read Dead Famous by Ben Elton, he seems to think that wouldn’t be beyond the realms of possibility…