Embarrassingly weird people, more like.
I have never been able to understand why some poor soul plagued by disease or disfigurement, someone so distressed they cannot bear to let either their husband or their doctor catch a glimpse of their affliction zone, goes on television and airs said bits to the nation.
On Monday night’s episode, we were “treated” to the sight of a woman giving herself a coffee enema on her bathroom floor. Nowhere would you see this but Channel 4, surely?
She’s addicted to them; says they relieve the symptoms of her constipation, but there’s got to be more to it than that.
She doesn’t even like coffee.
Then there was the insane doctor who allowed scientists to implant worms into his body and track the results as the parasites wriggled through his blood-stream into his lungs, from where he coughed them up and swallowed them down into his stomach. Eeuw.
He made telly doc Christian look like an utter wuss, standing there in a plastic bubble, his hunky frame clad in a tight white T-shirt and matching shorts while a host of mosquitos had him for lunch.
You too can apply to become Frankenstein’s monster in some freaky and utterly unnecessary experiment for the sake of hot telly.
Don’t all rush at once, but they’re looking for up to four housemates willing to be given head lice for four days.
What nit’s going to be up for that?