Wednesday, November 30, 2005
No tea, and even less sympathy
JUDGEMENT! The Jeremy Kyle Show, ITV1, 9.25am
The first few times we saw it, we thought that The Jeremy Kyle Show was just plain bad TV. Not even lowculture, just outright bad (and before you ask, yes, there is a difference). However, we've given it a chance and there's something oddly compelling about it.
It's not so much about the guests, for they are the same sort of people who used to be on Trisha before she defected to Five and started filling her show with reality show rejects and Darren Day. It's not the topics of the shows, for as far as we can tell every single episode screened thus far has been some variation on the "some skank is pregnant and I don't know if it's my kid" version of events. No, the best thing about this show is Jeremy Kyle himself.
So sneery that he makes Matthew Wright look positively sincere. So judgemental that he makes Trisha Goddard look like the recipient of Social Worker of the Year 2005. So utterly unempathetic in his comments that he makes Robert Kilroy-Silk look like Fern Britton. The man is a legend in his own lunchtime, and we can't resist tuning in to hear what he's going to say next. Last week's effort of telling someone that all his problems would be solved if he stopped drinking, bought some decent clothes and got a job (it's the way he tells 'em) will take some beating, but we're sure he's got much more to give. We can't wait.
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Play the early morning Jeremy Kyle drinking game. Buy some cans of Special Brew or White Lightening and then down one each time Jezza says "On National Television". You'll be well pissed by This Morning come on. Excellent way to start the day.
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Check out the Jeremy Kyle Drinking Game in action here!
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I enjoy the JK show because it shows me side of like which I so totally rejest and detest that I feel almost angelic in comparison.
That such low-life continues to exist is a continuous source of entertainment to me, my only deep sadness is that such scum are capable of breeding out of captivity and one can only hazard a pessimistic guess at the nature of the future awaited by such miserable, misbegotten offspring. Most of the "guests" are the most telling argument I have yet seen for compulsive sterilisation.
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