I would like to state that I do not watch Sleb TV. I find the whole cult of celebrity that exists at the moment as a kind of absolute mania utterly depressing, and I feel sad for people whose lives are so dull and uninteresting that they feel they must fill their time by reading about or viewing the lives/actions of people who are deemed more worthy than them because they once mimed to a song written by someone else and had their cheekbones done.
I hate it. I fucking hate it. I cannot properly express how much I fucking hate it.
The other day - Saturday night, perhaps? - myself and Saffron were watching something on TV which finished, so we did the usual channel-hopping thing, and I had to remark that out of the 5 basic terrestrial channels, three of them (that’s 60%, by the way) were showing celebrity themed reality/talent (hah! talent!) shows. AT THE SAME TIME.
ALL AT ONCE.
However, the rest of the channels were showing utter shite as well, and I happened to have overheard that Donny Tourette of Towers of London was going to be on Sleb Big Brother. So we switched it on and began the usual game of puzzling over who the rest of the micro-slebs (nano- ? pico- ?) might be.
My heart sank into the floor after about 15 minutes when it was announced that Jade Goody was going to be on the show, along with most of her (total non-celebrity, but down this far the distinction is getting pretty murky anyway) family.
But my spirits rose and I was given faith anew in our fetid race as, upon learning that he was going to have to wait on Jade Goody, Donny climbed over the wall and escaped.
Good on you Donny, I’d have done exactly the fucking same.
–c.
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Christ this is hilarious, I’d honestly pay money to listen to this. Congratulations on making a good website (I was redirected from Black Machine); give us a rant on myspace. Do you take a cheque?
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I don’t feel sad for those whose lives are so empty that they have to fill them by obsessing over non-entities. I feel angry. Knife-wieldingly angry.
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