Reality TV: Is it Worth the Electricity?

Reality TV: the bane of many households, the obsession of some, and the occasional guilty pleasure for others. As the battle for the remote rages on, with shows like Strictly Come Dancing, X Factor, and I’m a Celebrity dominating the airwaves, one can’t help but wonder: is reality TV truly worth the electricity it consumes?

Michele’s Reign of the Remote

In our humble abode, control over the remote falls squarely into the hands of Michele, the reigning queen of reality TV. With a penchant for dance-offs, talent shows, and jungle antics, she holds sway over our viewing habits like a monarch on her throne. And yet, if the tables were turned, and football held the same grip on my attention, I’d likely be facing serious repercussions. So why is it that the fairer sex seems to be particularly susceptible to the allure of reality television?

A Week of Work and Wychwood

Amidst the chaos of the workweek, where every member of our team seems to be perpetually swamped, there emerged a glimmer of reprieve: Mr. and Mrs. Beswick’s 50th Birthday celebration at the Didsbury Cricket Club. A night filled with laughter, nostalgia, and perhaps one too many pints of draft hobgoblin by Wychwood. Though the morning after brought with it the inevitable dull ache of overindulgence, it was a small price to pay for a temporary escape from the clutches of reality TV.

Hospital Visits and Hollywood Breaks

Saturday afternoon found us at Wythenshawe Hospital, paying a visit to our grandson Harry, who had been battling whooping cough—or, as I couldn’t help but jest, perhaps using it as a clever ploy to avoid another night of reality TV. Amidst the beeping machines and antiseptic scent of the hospital ward, moments of respite were found in unexpected reunions with Cath and fond reminiscences. Meanwhile, Michele sought solace in the silver screen, trading the drama of reality TV for the escapism of Breaking Dawn at the cinema.

Sunday Roasts and Silver Screen Delights

As Sunday dawned, we traded the hustle and bustle of the hospital ward for the comfort of home, where plans for Christmas presents began to take shape amidst the aroma of roasting meat and simmering gravy. With plates piled high with Sunday roast and hearts warmed by familial bonds, we settled in to enjoy a cinematic masterpiece: War Horse. As the credits rolled and the last echoes of hoofbeats faded away, it seemed that, if only for a brief moment, reality TV had been relegated to the sidelines.

The End of Another Week

And so, as another week draws to a close, and the battle for the remote resumes anew, my only wish is for the swift recovery of my grandson Harry, whose resilience and strength serve as a beacon of hope in the face of adversity. Until then, we’ll navigate the tumultuous seas of reality TV with charm, wit, and perhaps just a hint of cheekiness.