With artists from across the world descending on Austin's SXSW festival in Texas, Jungle's performances represented a movement towards bucking the egotistical media trend. Not appearing in any of their videos, pictures or artwork and boycotting twitter, their live performance speaks louder than any social media timeline.
The Voice is fantastic, BGT is amazing...but what we are all waiting for is the big one, the world cup of reality shows. The one, the only The X Factor.
I realise this list is purely subjective (although I am right about the choices here) and that you will all have different opinions (although mine is the definitive one) and so anyway, before we get to the list, which is in no particular order (even I'm not that pedantic!) we need a few ground rules for inclusion.
So Simon Cowell is on the hunt for the world's next super star DJ. No surprise there. What modern day impresario wouldn't want a piece of the EDM action? That's Electronic Dance Music for those of you who thought House music was all the rage.
Step forward Nicola Roberts - who shot to fame as one-fifth of Girls Aloud. Don't be fooled by the former candy-coated girlband persona - this savvy red-head is revved up and ready to go.
Russell Brand found a willing audience in Cambridge earlier this week as students turned out in their hundreds to hear him muse upon subjects as diverse as One Direction (Harry Styles is "apparently a bit of a character"), recreational drugs (Brand would have them fully legalised and regulated) and, of course, his much fêted revolution.
"I'm having a quarter life crisis" I declared grandly to my ridiculously talented friend Carmel. "Oh..." she remarked "...what's that?"
Well done Sam, consistently the best contestant on this years show. A very worthy winner, also, best of luck to a great runner up Nicholas McDonald.
"Up on your feet, you can't sit down if anyone is performing," instructed the bossy compere. "Try not to sit there taking pictures all night, it just looks stupid," he added. Within minutes of arriving at my seat in Wembley Arena I realised it was time to give up my autonomy and learn the instructed dance moves. Here are five more things I learned from being in the audience...
Christmas is just around the corner and so too is the X Factor Final. But first, as the tension grows, (in my best Peter Dickson voice) it's the Semi Final.
There's a phrase in environmental politics called Nimbyism, which stands for Not In My Back Yard. In essence it means that people want renewable energy projects such as wind farms to be built, provided of course, they aren't built anywhere near them...
While in theory, it sounds like a dream job for any gay journo to spend a week locked in the studio as a parade of ripped, chiseled, gay and straight bodies trail in and out, the reality is that it's bloody hard work. No, honestly.
Simon Cowell's TV talent-show format has grown tired and exhausted. There are only so many accusations of fixing results and sob stories the nation can take. Cowell's vow to 'shake up' the show for next year begs the question: will anyone care enough to watch it?
It may not be 50 yet but, 10 years on and the X Factor is still going strong. This weekend it's a celebration of everything X Factor past and present, from the acts to the judges to the smiles and the tears. Thank you for making Saturday nights worth staying in for!
Is there anyone else out there? Or am I the only living being in the entire galaxy who's been left totally unmoved by the current outbreak of Doctor Who-steria? Don't get me wrong: I have nothing against the good Time Lord... It's just that I don't get it (him).
I think the bigger issue is not how offended the gay community will be when a so called 'celebrity' lets rip with a homophobic rant but more the reasons why grown men deem being a receiver of swollen goods anything less than a life style of utter fabulousness?