When Saturday night viewing used to contain Blind Date with good ole Cilla Black, I used to sit with my hands covering my eyes, cringing at the dregs of the not so Great British public, making complete spanners of themselves.
To some extent I feel the same when watching Big Brother, even though I find it addictive and don't miss an episode. The pleasure comes from sitting of the sofa, tutting and ridiculing the actions of individuals that clearly display no social skills or intelligence.
Yesterday I received THE chain-text mentioned in many papers today, surprisingly from my ex-husband, which made it seem even more bizarre, so had a browse online at the frenzy that seemed to ensue last night.
My feelings on the complete issue that is now a media hurricane, isn't relevant. I have a strong opinion that I stand by, but the disgust at viewing the opinions of others last night left me feeling total disappointed and angered that I share a world with such morons.
Looking at trends on Twitter last night left us in shock. Mob mentality ruled. I have visions of angry crowds trawling through the streets carrying torches, yelling threats and aiming to find their target, in order to publicly rip him into tiny pieces.
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