Look, I admit it - I am addicted to tacky cheesy television. I have a particular fondness for shows which involve Swedish vets or randy incarcerated strangers. I've even thought of making my own fly on the wall docusoap. My idea is to strap a video camera on to the forehead of my friend's baby to get a baby's eye view of the world and leave it attached until puberty. I think that this would be an invaluable sociological experiment as well as making fantastic viewing. Unfortunately, the baby's parents are not yet overenthused about the idea.
I wonder what it is about voyeuristic programmes that make them so compelling. Perhaps it is because we now live in such a fragmented society, where although we do not talk to our neighbours we feel emotionally closer to ordinary people we see on the television. It is a strange paradox that those