What type of person is reality TV breeding?

Christmas is an oh so happy time. If i'm not spending the day in bed nursing a very big hangover, i'm usually making a half arsed effort to play or watch my newly received games and DVDs. In all my 20 years on this Earth i've never once had to spend my days head in a drawer, trying to find the receipt of a present I bought for someone because they didn't like it. There have been times when i've been less than confident that my purchase will be greeted with open arms but I used to think that I was a fairly good present buyer. I say 'used' because come about half ten on Christmas morning i'd handed over a present, had it sneered at and then handed back. What's worse, it's something that I thought was a safe bet - a CD by a reality TV star, for someone who really loves reality TV.

I should define the term 'really loves'. By that I mean watches every single reality TV show ever created, moans when they're not on and occasionally votes in them. I used to imagine that the room of a mental hospital smeared with shit in such a fashion that it bears a very slight resemblance to anybody who's ever entered Big Brother was enough to reduce the cannon fodder that is reality TV viewers into a blithering mess but no. This really confused me, I couldn't get my head around the fact that anyone who is this dedicated to the format doesn't have an interest in the participants the minute the credits role. What the fuck are you watching it for!? Simon Cowell and his fucking ridiculously text book hairstyle? Graham Norton and his unfunny double entendres? Apparently so.

Is it for the competition? Because if so then why doesn't one of the few 'competitions' that matter, the General Election, get a paltry turn out and the mere mention of politics put a lot of people to sleep? Maybe if we set it in a studio, had it hosted by Kate "I'm a slim, blonde, young woman who looks a bit dirty. Why am I not attractive?" Thornton, cut off a limb of the losing contestant and threw it into the baying crowd in the studio we'd get a better turn out? Actually, that's a fucking good idea. We would need to work out a way to rig it so David Cameron lost every week until he's just a side parting in a jar though.

Anyway, back to the CD. It was a release from smug faced Any Dream Will Do winner Lee Mead. Judging from the track listing he's decided that he's going to ruin the glittering careers of the Rolling Stones, Frank Sinatra and erm...Jason Donovan. Even though I haven't heard it i'm willing to bet it's shit and depending on how well liked he is by the public that voted for him, it'll either sell tonnes or not very many at all. It always a crying shame when someone off a reality TV show sticks in the public consciousness for more than a couple of days. Usually it's the ones of Big Brother, who've became famous for being able to act like an amicable human being in isolation, that are the worse offenders. Occasionally one or two people do come out of these shows with a genuine talent and rightly become stars, Will Young being one example. Now, I don't like the lad, mainly because I can't trust a man with a jaw that size, but you'd have to be a fairly big tit to say that he hasn't got any talent. He's one of the few that's managed to keep his head above water once he's been given the shove from the S.S. Cheap Tele which obviously tells you something.

Anyway, i'm sick of talking about this. Off to kick some arse on PES2008.