I have a confession to make to you, while just the two of us occupy cyberspace on a muggy August afternoon. Here it is: I never watch any of those television programmes that purport to show allegedly real people competing for the kudos they crave for excelling at all sorts of skills they clearly lack. Think baking cakes, ballroom dancing, survival in the wild, modelling, stand-up comedy, singing and entertaining – and no doubt a myriad more which have eluded my notice.
And being of advanced years with time for reflection, I ask myself why? Other folk clearly watch the programmes or the telly lot wouldn’t broadcast them. You’ll say the competitors seek fame and fortune, the modern antidote to being ordinary. They want to be seen, heard and appreciated on a stage bigger than the local church hall’s, because local is no substitute for global, is it? And you are right. But what happened then to the natural human sense of shyness or modesty that stops most of us exhibiting our inadequacies? Don’t mothers say ‘Don’t show off, dear!’ any more? Of course they don’t, because it’s my human right to make a total prat of myself without shame, whatever my obvious shortcomings. Nobody will think less of me!
Really? Well, call me weird but I disagree. I cringe at the thought of watching.