Hmmm.......the great reality TV debate!

I've started to wonder whether there might be something wrong with me.

Yes, hilariously the majority of you have sassily cried, "you've only started to wonder that NOW?!", you're really funny, all of you, seriously. Anyway, back to ME.

I was sitting in front of X Factor last night with some tears scurrying down my make-up-free cheeks because I was so caught up in the emotion of the show, whilst on BBC1 Strictly Come Dancing was Sky plussing itself up all nice and tight....suddenly I thought, "shit, I'm getting too into reality TV". This has been going on since the beginning of this fine millenium...I got way too into the first series of Big Brother in 2000, I remember watching the Nasty Nick-hiding-names-written-on-scraps-of-paper-in-his-suitcase saga and thinking, "this will be watched in many years to come, I am viewing LIVE a moment in history as momentous as Nelson Mandela being freed". A few weeks later, when the series was over and Craig had Liverpooled his way to the grand prize, I'd sort of forgotten all about Nick's antics (the memories briefly resurfaced when around Christmas he released a book that I BELIEVE was called How to be a Sneaky Bastard....I shan't be fact checking on Amazon). This cycle has continued to this very day. Almost every year with X Factor, Big Brother, Strictly Come Dancing and (once!) I'm a Celebrity... I get right behind a contestant and defend them as if they were my own child. This year in Big Brother it was Ziggy, last year it was Aisleyne...in Celebrity Big Brother a couple of years ago I was regularly in tears when JODIE MARSH got bullied....why did I care so much? It was Jodie Marsh! But I was all upset n shit over how she was treated by Barrymore and Pete Burns Victim (ha, I love that gag-name, even 2 years on)....I get ridiculously loyal to these complete strangers and god forbid some BASTARD I meet describe them as 'fake'. "How can you say that!?", I agressively snap, "You were probably a right bully at school weren't you, you fucking people never fucking change.". There's another friendship out the window, well done Sooz.

I'm willing to take a huge amount of flak for being such an unashamed fan of the incredible talent that is Rhydian off the X Factor. I know it's known by 'cool people' as a televised karaoke competition, but I say bring on the karaoke...my perfect evening out is at karaoke, so DEFINITELY put it on telly. I also know that people think he's an arrogant shit, but I've seen no sign of that whatsoever....maybe that means I'M an arrogant shit....shit! Don't care, Rhydian to win.

And as for Strictly Come Dancing...Alesha's husband must be kicking himself in the nuts on a weekly basis. I never intended to use this phrase in my life ever but....GO GIRL!

So...I suppose I should get to some sort of point. Without wishing to blow my own cornet, I have some decent A-levels and a good degree....I'm not some jobless chav or thick single mother ("WHAT'S WRONG WITH SINGLE MOTHERS?". Nothing. It's the thick ones I slagged off) sitting on my couch living for Saturday night where I can exclaim, "Shuddup Simon!" (Cowell obviously)....I'm what some might describe as a 'brain owner' and I am here to say that there is NO shame in getting behind reality TV.

Actually....my loyalty to my favourite reality TV stars of the moment is much akin to the bi-annual display of patriotism I also partake in whenever England are in an international football tournament. And jolly good fun it is too. As for next year's World Cup, all I can say is, thank god for the Olympics....there's still SOMETHING for me to get behind.