The worst TV programme in the world..ever!

When I go home I often end up watching rubbish on TV. Nothing unusual about that, but today I hit a new rubbish TV low.

There are many categories of rubbish TV. For instance you have:

1) stuff you have seen a million times already,which was good at the time but kind of boring now, but still watch just because (eg the Christmas episode of Cheers, the Simpsons, Anything on Dave or daytime E4)

2) Stuff you watched when you were wee but is somehow still going and you wonder why you actually enjoyed it in the first place (Chuckle Brothers, I'm talking about you)

3) New kid's programmes (Basil Brush which is a parody of itself, were that possible)

4) Neighbours

and so on and so forth.

But the other day I shuddered at what I had witnessed. That I was on TG4, an Irish language channel, was odd enough (I don't speak much Irish). But this programme came on. It was called "Passion Fashion". Not a good start.
The hostess then showed up and presumably welcomed us to the show. Fine. She introduced us to the lovely Siobhan from Belfast, who it seems was unlucky in love and resorted to the last bastion of desperate singles- the dating show. Jolly hostess then introduces us to three equally desperate blokes, who all looked remarkably similar to eachother. They might have been brothers, I guess. I don't remember their names, so let's be racist and call them Sean, Seamus and Oisin. Jolly hostess spoke some Irish and brought the three mugs to a shopping centre (Castle Court, Belfast shopping centre fans) where they each picked out an outfit for the lovely Siobhan to wear. I don't actually know if they had seen a picture of the lovely Siobhan, but they more or less picked out the same outfit for her to wear (it transpired that she was to wear the outfit on a date- more on that later).

The lovely Siobhan then tried on all the dresses and whittered on about feeling "girly" (The Irish for girly is "girly" would you believe). She then dressed up in her civvies and met the gormless trio, who each presented her with a rose. Then, she went into a cubicle and emerged in one of the outfits a guy picked for her. Sean screams with delight and the other two offer their congratulations. Sean and Siobhan (not a good match in terms of nomenclature- names are perhaps too similar) then go off on a date to one of Belfast's top restaurants (the cafe at the zoo, maybe). Roll end credits as he pours the wine and she looks uncomfortable.

Anyway you probably gathered I didn't really think much of it, and you'd be right. But as the adverts rolled, I sat in a stunned silence.

Had I really spent 25 minutes of my life watching this claptrap? I could have read a book or phoned somebody or talked to my parents or gone into town or spent 25 minutes in a medieval torture rack and it would have a been more productive way of passing the time.

Make no bones about it, this was the most rubbish TV ever. Not because it's bad per se, but because it's bad and it draws you in, like all these daytime programmes. Moral of the story? TV before prime time is to be avoided. At all costs. And I think the lovely Siobhan will agree with me...

(I know having a TV in the first place makes me a terrible person. But it was not my decision to make so please don't judge me....)