Fame my arse

Oh the joys of being English and stupid, we must be, we accept that some one who has managed to get their face on TV is famous and therefore is worthy of our adoration. Reality TV brings our monthly rounds of the soon to be famous into our doors and we bow down to their god like stature because the head of all gods (the TV ) has said we must, X Factor (talentless no marks that couldn't get a record deal on their own merits are paraded in front of judges that have less talent than the contestants) Big Brother (jeez please no, what people are willing to put themselves through just to get seen) and hosts of other "reality shows are to blame and they should be banned forthwith. They are so far removed from anyone's reality they are in breach of a host of advertisements etc. But like the sheep we are we pander to not only the shows but the idiots paraded in them.

Take Chantelle (please take her, bury her in your back garden I wont tell anyone) this dozy cow has brought an autobiography out, what the fuck, her claim to fame is she appeared in Celebrity Big Brother, married some halfwit that was on it and now she sees fit to write her life story. I always thought to write your life story you had to at least have a life in the first place! I think she has not long grown out of nappies, life story my arse.

So stop it, just ignore them, then with a little luck these attention whores just might crawl back under the rocks they came from and we would not have to suffer them anymore.

I can though think of another "reality" show:

KIDNAP A Z LISTER"
You get to kidnap one of these dipshits, hold them up to ransom, should the general public not raise the funds required for their release we get to hang draw and quarter them live on TV, I would watch that.