The TV world laid bare? Yep, for all to see...

The television world is a funny world is it not? Full of prima donnas, full of people who have a very large idea about themselves. Building up a visual image that everybody can see, complete with a social media persona which in most cases is not even close to reality. A life built like the Blackpool Tower except it is on faulty foundations. All too soon it will come tumbling down. Take Philip Schofield. Probably deep in his heart a nice man, probably without TV he would have been someone quite ordinary, nice-looking bit of a cheeky smile but working for Tesco behind the lingerie counter. Why? Because women like cheeky chappies? I don’t know, I am not a cheeky chappie I suppose. But looking at the case my point of view is this – Yes, as we all know the TV world is something that ought to have its own planet. Self promoting people by the thousands, another couple of thousands looking to join them and would do anything, yes anything, to get there. You look on social media and you will see hundreds, thousands who say only one thing ‘I want to be famous’. 

This is the world we, the quite drab normal people, have allowed to exist. Why? Because deep in our hearts we also want to have our hour in the sunshine. Yet most of us will only get as far as being a bystander. I suppose we think that life should be exiting, life should be lived with six sun holidays a year and it has to be in the Caribbean. And all we have is an evening or two in the local Workmen’s Club. And so people like Philip are going to be accosted, ‘Can you help me with a job ‘? It depends what ‘getting a ‘job’’ entails.

So, did Philip get thrown to the wolves? Yes, he lied, so what? We all can do but in the world of TV which contains the biggest liars of all time it is a daily part of work. Imago, inflated egos must be protected at all costs. The programme is everything, Yet, it seems that the bozos in charge make plenty of mistakes, remember the decision to throw both personas in FULL view on the catwalk to look at the lying in State of the Queen. No queue for them. It seems the question then is not so much that Philip lied but that the persona had been damaged and the bozos in charge cannot have that. And so it starts, the public suddenly turned, the bozos have early morning meetings, the programme, “Oh dear, the programme is in danger. What can we do? Ah yes, there was a bit of friction between the presenters, their ego’s clashed. Surely, that was Philip wasn’t it? Of course it was. Can we mention his gayness? Well, that might do it, wouldn’t it”? 

This by the way is just my conjecture of possible discussions. They might not have occurred at all, and then again they could have. It all just sums up that the programme itself had lost its public to an extent. And like always there is a scramble to resuscitate it. That in my opinion is a lost cause. A programme on TV has a certain life, they all do. When it has reached it sell-by date, bin it. Easier said than done because MONEY plays a very large role. Advertising has long tentacles. So, we, Johnny Public tend to be saddled with mediocre rubbish that flounders along for another year or so with even more ageing and sad looking non-entities. Yes, it sure is an interesting life. And very more interesting, in the world of TV.

Ed: For those in other parts of the world, a bozo is a bit of a stupid person. Colloquial English? Or just a slang word for an idiot. Take your pick.