Take Me Out

Dear God I watch some bad TV. I really must stop it.

Surely there could be something better which I could be doing with my time… Like possibly gouging my eyes out with teaspoons.

I just caught the last 15 minutes of Take Me Out. It’s dreadful. I mean really dreadful. Seemingly the idea is that a gaggle of women - I’m guessing 30 or so - doll themselves up (actually doll seems to be the operative word - there were lots of Barbie types - and more sequins than you could shake a stick at… Perhaps that’s where I’m going wrong… There’s not enough sequins in my wardrobe) then stand behind little desks with buzzers on.

A boy comes down in a lift type contraption and his aim is to get himself a date.

The girls get to opt out of the process at any time by pressing their buzzer. If they press the buzzer their light goes out and the boy doesn’t get to pick them.

Effectively there’s three rounds. The girls can opt out purely based on the look of the guy when he comes down in the elevator. That my loves is round one.

In round two the boy performs some kind of ‘talent’. Hmmm it’s a little like a beauty pageant. The girls of course can decide that his talent sucks ass and can again opt out at this point.

Finally in round three they show a hideous big brother stylee audition video. Again here the girls can elect to opt out.

Now the boy gets to call the shots… Assuming of course that anyone’s still got their lights on… The phrase the lights are on but no one’s home springs to mind at this point.

So if there are more than two girls left the boy gets to turn off the lights of those who he doesn’t want to take out. Nice.

Finally with just two girls left he gets to ask them a question, and from this he will then decide who he wants to go on a date with.

It’s not at all shallow. Seriously, I mean it’s obvious to me that some very real, lasting relationships are bound to follow. It’s like a meeting of minds. These people are connecting on a very deep level. No really, they are.

Bah.

At least on Blind Date there was a chance that you could go on a nice holiday (although mostly people picked the envelope which said Blackpool rather than the Bahamas).

I think the peeps on this show get to go to Manchester’s premier nightclub.

Still, I suppose that there’s every chance that if (shock, horror) you find that you’ve nothing in common with your date you can always nip to the loo and then not come back…

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