So vapid moron decides to take part in a vapid moronic reality show and regrets it.
Jacques O’Neill has told how he left the Love Island villa over fears he’d lose control but claims bosses tried to make him stay.
The reality personality, 23, decided to remove himself following the arrival of Adam Collard, 26, as he declared: ‘Love Island was the worst decision of my life.’
How stupid do you have to be to event think that it might be a good decision? Yet this twat volunteered. No sympathy. I’ve always taken the approach that anything to do with the media is best avoided. They did a reality programme about the rail industry a few years back. I’d left Network Rail by then, so there was never a chance I’d be involved, but I did see one of my erstwhile colleagues. I wasn’t surprised that he would have gone along with it, but no one else that I knew was there because they, like me, would have resolutely refused to be involved. Remember, it is they who do the editing, so they have the power to decide how you will appear to the viewing public. You’d have to be an absolute moron to appear on something like Love Island.
They do it for the money. If they winthey get a prize of money and if they are popular and sellable then can make a weird career out of being a ‘celebrity’. No brains or talent required. Of course they don’t see the down side that they are selling themselves to the media devil.
I grew up near Broadcasting House in Glasgow. Whenever the OB cameras appeared there was always great excitement amongst my friends that they “might get on the telly”. I could never see it myself. So half the country sees you jumping around in the background of a news piece, acting the goat? What’s the angle?
My dad was on Mastermind back in the ’80s. He had extraordinary general knowledge (and actually achieved a record-equalling score in that round), but he flubbed the first of his specialist questions, which rattled him, and he never recovered. So everyone in my school the next morning thought he was a twit. Brilliant.
Nah. Telly’s a mug’s game.
“Television: a Medium, so-called because it is neither rare nor well-done.” I cannot remember who said it, but it’s truer than ever it was….
A few years ago I took part in a triathlon that was later televised on Channel Four. When I watched it I thought that it would be fun if I caught a glimpse of myself toiling away but it was hardly a big deal. My wife was spotted on the sidelines clapping the competitors but I was nowhere to be seen. 1,200 competitors and a seventeen hour event condensed into an hour, it was hardly unexpected.
What is ‘Love Island’?
Ignorance is bliss.