Do what you want, just don't expect me to like it.

Recently I was roped into watching America's Next Top Model, sadly it was not about Airfix models. Instead it was about these people who have some crazy obsession with not eating for an extended period, then having some other people take snapshots of them doing weird things. Fair enough, it's your body, do what you will with it. However, there is another 'show' that really gets up my nose, I mean really up there. Signed by Katie Price, hosted unsurprisingly yet disappointingly, by Katie Price aka Jordan. Now this I watched with a little more curiosity, in the kind of 'what's she doing with her life?' way. As it turns out, a lot. Not only has she discovered a way to sit on a chair without it sliding up her fanny, but she's also finding these people ranging from the everyday eating disorder-types to the fairies. Actually, that's mean, and I'm not against homosexuality, it just the whole camp as a row of tents thing, and that's before the guy-liner. Anyway, she finds these, or rather they find her (why?), and turns them into models of some description. Brilliant, finally we can have some good looking celebrities, right? With Katie's expert page 3 guidance we can have a new group of glamourous women and some Pumping Iron-esque blokes to form the next generation of the super-good looking people. Sadly, nope, you just end up with girls (and some guys) that put on a stone of make-up, wear skirts that aren't a great deal longer than the belts that hold them up, and that bitch and moan for an hour, and apparently this is worth paying god knows what a month for. If you are one of these people (or Katie Price herself) please just stay away from me or I bloody well might swear at you. Good day.