I'm a BAD PERSON

I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here is the ultimate in unimaginative, exploitative televisual trash.
Quite apart from the fact that these reality shows come back series after series with the same format, the same sleazy partnership with the tabloid press and increasingly obscure wannabes, chasing "real" (oh the irony) drama from the screen with a rolled up OK magazine in one hand and a snake in the other.....
Quite apart from all that, I'm a Celebrity, is, let's face it, even more like the gladiatorial arena than the X Factor. Throw 'em to the crocs and we'll pay to watch them scream.

So how terrible is it that last night I watched, from behind a pillow, as one of these desperate hopefuls (her name, i think was Jan- I couldn't tell you for what she has been granted the sought-after title "Celebrity") was lowered down into a pitch black pit with snakes, tarantulas and the like. And not only did I watch, but I squirmed, squeaked, and yes... enjoyed myself a little bit.