Stop the World...

...I want to get off.

Apparently Big Brother is about to begin once again on Channel Four in the UK. No sooner does Britain's Got (nae) Talent draw to its tedious conclusion than another daily dosage of tedious television begins with a bunch of extrovert chancers bearing their ignorant souls to the nation. They call it reality television but, in reality, it is really televisual diarrhoea.

Many youngsters will love it, of course, but for many of my age it's more evidence of the decline of television which used to inform, educate and entertain. Yet huge crowds will gather outside 'the house', millions of people will watch the 'housemates' wandering aimlessly round 'the house' before spending the cost of a small mortgage telephoning Channel Four to get one of them 'evicted'. As if that wasn't enough, there's live coverage on E4 during the night so you can watch and hear the more uncouth 'housemates' scratch and fart in bed under the duvet.

Damn it, there's not even any football to go to now it's the close season. I may disappear to a darkened room until August...