Whatever happened to.....Good TV?

I am seriously considering asking the makers of the Jeremy Kyle show to begin the programme with the words “roll up roll up” Just to make the whole circus experience more authentic.

Too harsh? Well what else would you call parading those people and their problems in front of a camera? What else would you call a smug, slick patronising host shoving a camera in someone's face as they have a full on mental breakdown in front of a salivating audience?

And it's not just the Jeremy Kyle show, all of these glorified freak shows like Made in Chelsea, The only way is Essex, desperate Scousewives and beauty and the geek are all slowly bringing about the demise of quality content.

“So just don't watch it if you don't like it” I hear some of you say. Tried it, it doesn't work. When we change the channel the star of the latest so called reality show is flapping their gums in an interview about how hard their pampered new life is. When we open a newspaper there they are again, blind drunk and half naked in their latest desperate attempts to keep their names in the papers. And when we tune in the radio we are forced to endure the second rate warblings of the latest in a long line of dewy eyed, ill fated X factor hopefuls. There is literally no escape.

Gone are the days when Jonathan Creek brought out our inner magician/detective as we tried to solve his apparently impossible cases. When we could tune in to Frasier for a high brow, intellectual belly laugh and when Jean-luc-Picard managed to teach us valuable lessons about our lives even though he learned said lessons from an alien.

These days the only lessons that you are likely to learn from programmes are that having millions of pounds gives certain fake tanned bleached toothed, high trousered music moguls the right to act like a playground bully. That no mater how many years experience you have had at your job as lets say for example a choreographer, if you're not young and pretty then you're not welcome. Oh and that young posh people really like using the word random.

Quality was once king, and maybe it will be again one day, so until then I've got some paint that's not going to watch itself dry.