Interview

Watched The Richard Taylor Interviews last night. The term "car crash television" has been used to describe the latest glut of reality television (Wife Swap, Without Prejudice?). Well if that is car crash television, The Richard Taylor Interviews is paying old people to dress up as clowns and placing them in shopping trolleys and ramming them into each other. This is cringe worthy television at it's most cringy, like ten thousand David Brent dances.

Yesterday, for a £12 an hour job, Richard Taylor conducted mock interviews for his fake security company. Words cannot express the embarrassment of watching an eager applicants, ready to do anything. These donkeys with gold plated carrot dangled. Allowing Richard Taylor (a Louis Theroux-alike) to insult bouncer to their shit eating faces (to test how thick there skin is, of course) The bald geordie asking bemused passers-by if they have any weapons (I'm a body guard, see?) and faking the world's worst Texan accent (to blend in, I'm a tourist, see? I'm from Texas and Newcastle), to asking others to read his mind (to test your 6th sense). It sounds tame written down, but I had to turn away because it was just too painful to watch. Surely the general public cannot embarrass ourselves anymore? Surely we cannot go any lower, please!