The Dullest Blog: comedy ramblings to inspire the most tedious minute of your week
Why do comics still see reality TV as 'rich pickings'? To watch Big Bother haul its limp carcass into focus for the tenth time on our much loved but frankly deeply eroded fourth channel, all it elicits is a wince of embarrassed disgust. There is nothing funny about it anymore; it would be like laughing at a disabled farm animal. I don’t have a comment on Big Brother, I can’t have a comment on Big Brother, to do so would be to engage, and I’m just not willing to do that. Not again.
I remember and I’m quite happy to admit to a very happy summer one year with one eye on the barbeque and the other on the telly. Big Brother was so new; so unlike anything I had ever really seen. What an idea; clever and idiotic an equal measure; a two month long joyfully argumentative party. A party that turned into a wake as TV died and was reborn into a mutant vending machine.
What is it now? God I don’t even know, but that’s the point, I don’t even care. It didn’t just put me off reality TV – it put me off telly. This year of course it has a special significance; It stands as a monument to the life and work of poor unfortunate Jade GoodyT.M. but so does every unfinished jigsaw.
Maybe I’m too old for it now, maybe that’s it. Maybe rolling news is my reality TV. But I can’t stand that either – now if only we could persuade Huw Edwards to put a bottle in his fanny…