They’re so…thin. Pass me the crisps, will you?
I spent much of this bank holiday weekend under a duvet on my bf’s couch with a few boxes of pringles and a remote control. I don’t have a telly in my own flat – I have a tv and dvd player but I’m not hooked up to channels or cable, the reason for which I was reminded of this weekend. If I had access to the plethora of mind-numbingly brain dissolving reality tv programmes, I’d never make it to work.
I saw Louis, Shaz, Kylie’s sister and Simon C on X Factor and approved of their encouragement of their charges and booed when they were mean about the other contestants; while watching The Pussycat Dolls reality programme, where they’re looking for the newest member of the pro-feminist pop group, I identified with the underdog and hissed at the bitchy one while the ladies did their best to be ‘individual’; I felt a bit fat and lazy while watching the Dirty Dancing programme, where ten lads and ten ladies are paired up to re-create scenes from the iconic 1987 flick and do their best Johnny and Baby impressions.
I started watching the telly on Saturday morning, only stopping to sleep (on the couch) until Sunday evening. I also saw Come Dine With Me, E! Weekend News, Young, Sexy and Rich, Hot New Celebrity Couples, America’s Next Top Model…Do you think it would be fair to say that 80% of programmes on TV are reality programmes? I know I’m very late to this whole TV buzz thing, but wow. It’s quite spectacular, isn’t it?
What’s funny is how you’re set up by the makers of the programmes and how you inevitably fall in the viewer/consumer role – rooting for the underdog, getting wound up by some impish Irish cretin talking about showbiz, moaning at the lack of integrity or any sense of dignity of the semi-clad ladies shaking their bums and saying ‘I’ve just always known, since I was a little girl, that my destiny is to be famous.’ Famous for what?
But by moaning and getting upset, while sprawled on the couch in your old PJs and mismatched socks, cradling a box of chocs and surrounded by the debris of two astronomically wasted days, you’re participating in the whole charade. It really is total bullshit. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Among all the above mentioned programmes, I did however get through a Top 100 Greatest Album List Show (OK Computer was no1) and watched quite a few Top 50 Forgotten Gems of the 1980s type programmes – it was on one of said programmes that I saw the below video. It was definitely a highlight of the viewing weekend. I kind of remember the song I’d Rather Jack, but somehow my mind has blanked out the dancing and outfits of The Reynold’s Girls.
The Jimmy Cake interview from last Thursday will be up in a few hours, where you can hear three of the tracks from the stunning new as yet untitled new album, to be released early 2008.