Oh the X Factor audition process. Great singers. Average singers. Sob stories. People of society who smell of cats
Lord Sugar was so disgusted by the equally dismal performances put in by both sides of The Apprentice that he slapped a £100 fine on Natasha's team, though that may actually have just been a punishment for her repeated use of the word "operationally".
Described as both 'Big Brother without walls' and 'like glossy commercials for depersonalisation disorder,' the vagazzle surrounding shoe-string-budget reality soaps, The Only Way Is Essex and Made in Chelsea, is a social phenomenon in itself.
2000 years on, the "circuses"remain an effective tool for keeping the hoi polloi suitably distracted. The scripts have remained much the same, although the current batch go as far as creating an illusory sense of democracy, with the democratic narrative of reality TV voting proving far more popular than that of any genuine leadership election.
One question I am consistently asked with the release of my first novel is, "Where did you get the idea for it from?" The "it" being referred to here is the book's central plot; specifically, the protagonist's solution to solve his money woes by tattooing a condemned prisoner with corporate logos and putting said prisoner's execution on pay-per-view television