I finished writing late yesterday, at about 10:30. Wandered into the living room where Tracey was surfing some TV, and she paused on a programme called CAN FAT TEENS HUNT? Cool, I thought. With a title like that, it must be a new alternative comedy series, perhaps a sketch show, surreal, maybe some satire thrown in. So I sat, and I watched, and I realised that ...
... it was a programme about fat teens.
And whether or not ...
... (you know where this is going, don't you?) ...
... whether or not they can hunt.
And I went to bed in despair at the world we live in.
And lo, I dreamed up some new reality TV shows that will make me a fortune. WILL DAMPENED MODELS MELT? WHEN SPORTS STARS SHIT. CELEBRITY BUTT WAX.
I have to go. I have meetings with every TV exec in the land.
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I've always liked the title "Celebrity Arse Swap".
Jezza Paxman went through a whole slew of such titles when he interviewed the chief of the BBC, insinuating whether these are valid reasons why we should be paying the licence fee...
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