Big Brother - Don't judge me, you all watch it!

This years Big Brother seems to be in a bit of a pickle, rumours of crisis talks after falling ratings have caused bookies to slash the odds on the programme being axed before scheduled.
This happens every year. These rumours always fly around. But this year, it is apparent that the rumours may be true.

Obviously, as a random punter on the street, I am ideally skilled to advise football managers on which attack formations to use and I can run the NHS better than the government so I am more than qualified to give television producers ideas for how to improve their flailing creations.

Here's my pitch:

Do you remember BB1? The genuine element social experimentation? The collection of normal members of the public? The tasks for luxury shopping?
Big Brother was always watching. That is ALL he did. The housemates were, more or less, allowed to settle in and produce a twisted microcosm of society. There was the initial fight for who was most extrovert (fighting for the alpha position), with the spontaneous naked body art. There was the sexual tension brought in via an Irish erection. There was upset when a bean-head yelled his nominations in the Diary Room and other housemates heard it. And, of course, there was the Nasty Nick incident.
All of this was allowed to be played out via the normal human interaction of normal people in as normal situation as could be allowed in the confines of a TV show.

Fast forward 10 years and what do we have? A Russian female boxer, an Iranian who thinks he may be Salvador Dali and a bisexual posh boy who thinks he can sing reggae. Although these types of people exist, they are not representative of the population as a whole.
BB1 winner? It was a scouse builder who gave his winnings to a girl with Down's syndrome who needed heart surgery. Who could potentially win this year? A synthetic looking Brazilian teenager who thinks England is making him gay (maybe it is, we're well camp).
This year, the housemates entered the house to find that they weren't actually housemates. Now they have to complete a series of ludicrous tasks to ensure their place in the house. As if forming friendships and loyalties and alliances, to ensure you were not nominated, wasn't difficult enough.
Can it get any more ludicrous? Yes, it can!
How about we have some actual SAS members flood in and make them exercise?
Really?
REALLY?
Big Brother is no longer just watching, he's poking them in the eye and giving them wedgies.

Strip it down. Take it back to basics.
Have 16 people, in a house, having to interact to prevent boredom. We sit and watch. Sorted.

The problem is, again, the Heat generation (see my venomous, first blog). The outside of the norm characters gather so much coverage, that it appears that that way of living is actually more prevalent than it is. It's skewing the figures. In statistical analysis these outliers would be disregarded from the general figures, as they are anomalous. This isn't some (not so) subtle, fascistic diatribe. I'm not going to start mentioning head measurements. I'm just trying to say that if the house were filled with an appropriate array of the actual diversity we have in this country, it would provide more interesting viewing.
Minorities are called "minorities" for a reason. There are less of them. How one Gay person or one Muslim interacts amongst 10 white people of varying class will show go a good way to showing how the gay or Muslim communities feel interacting with a predominantly white population.

What I'm saying is, "Keep it real, not surreal"

Now I am off to kayak as I have a day off. Hopefully my next entry will be more light-hearted.
I do try to be happy, honest.

Peace out.

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