I'm delighted to see another season of The Biggest Looser is upon us.
There seems to be even more blubbering and dummy spitting than usual.
Kind or reminds me of that Stephen King book Running Man where enemy's of the state were hunted down and killed or received a cash prize if they survived for thirty days.
All for entertainment purposes.
Hopefully, that's the reality TV of the future. But for now I'll settle for watching a bunch of chubbies on the brink of type 2 diabetes get worked over like rented mules by the lovely dominatrix, Michelle.
Watching the morbidly obese being forced to huff and puff their way up a coronary inducing sand dune whilst being screamed at by trainers indifferent to their perpetual whining.
That's good viewing.
..apparently..