Big Brother

January 18th, 2005

Dammit, I just can’t decide wether Big Brother is cheap exploitative colosseum-tv, or wether it’s a work of genius.

There’s plenty of cheap exploitative reality telly out there that’s quite easy to spot, no matter how detached from true reality it is. Big Brother always seemed a little more inventive and worthwhile.

But then it’ll do something that seems cheap and nasty and I come over all anti-Big Brother.

I really genuinely felt sorry for John McCririck in his last few days in the house. Mostly this was because you imagine him going home afterwards, seeing what a horrendous man he is on tapes of the programme and then crying for days. I also feel sorry for him because he’ll be written about unfavourably in the press and by bloggers like me long after. All this because he probably couldn’t fully realise what he was getting into.

I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take that level of critical scrutiny. It’d drive me insane.

Still on the subject of John McCririck, I remember that as a child he ran off without giving me an autograph during a day out to Ayr race-track.

Still, I’m not bitter about it. It hasn’t affected me in any way.

I’ll get over it. I will.

In other news, Junior is feeding so well that he is free of plastic tubes. We may be required to ‘room-in’ at the hospital tomorrow night, which is when you’re locked in a room* with the baby and expected to look after the little tyke for 24 hours without panicking or falling apart. That should be fun.

* – well… not actually locked in.

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