Wednesday, August 18, 2010


I have always always always argued that the sick TV 'programme' Big Brother was all about getting us used to total surveillance. I seldom watched it. I think the only time I watched it was when George Galloway was in the house for charity, and only then it was when he was being ridiculed for pretending to be a cat (and again, that was all for charity!).

So when this current series ends soon and the nation comes out of it trance of watching, watching, always watching, and looks up to see several cameras trained on them as they walk down the high street, I hope they realise that they themselves, not the members of the BB house, have been the subject of a real mass social experiment, and have passed with flying colours.



...With the benefit of hindsight, we can see that, for a decade, we've engaged in a shameless combination of voyeurism, lab-rat inspection, prurience and moral condemnation, as we've watched a Bedlam of egomaniacs, exhibitionists, dunderheads, sex fiends, liars, fantasists, mentally unstable and existentially challenged victims chat and bitch and canoodle with each other, perform degrading tasks and lay their lives and their (sometimes toxic, sometimes pathetic) personalities bare for our enjoyment. How proud we must be of ourselves.

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