Oh, how I love the trashy Take Me Out (ITV1).
The show is reverently hosted by Paddy McGuiness, having a lot of fun with a decent paycheck I'll bet, who seems to be Northern plasticine stuffed into a suit and given food driven innuendo.
Let the pork meet the pies indeed. Let the bacon meet the butty.
Recently, it seems to be given a lottery-esque budget boost, with the date now in a foreign country, the fascist state run by Fernando it seems. He's gone a long way from just owning a restaurant. If you don't understand, you don't watch nearly enough Take Me Out.
The women seem to be trashier and more desperate. If this sounds sexist, chauvinistic (in a male sense, not a jingoistic one) and slightly bigoted, it is. Whatever. Get over it. Hardly any lights are turned off after mentioning that they're from Gretna or wherever, whereas in the last season you were lucky to stay with half of the lights on after that bombshell. Maybe they're less shallow. Discuss.
One of the "talents" was shooting a billard ball at a coin to get it into a glass. What? Does that impress sober people?
It did. The same man spent a minute discussing his "OCD" because his cleaning products all faced the same way. However, he was a family man so that makes up for the boredom apparently. Yay. Love is in the air.
It is incredible trash, that is on every week and I will probably watch it every week, despite me thinking it is utter crap.
Let the hippo meet the crisy.
Oh and there's an advert with Jedward and Omid Djalili. Bricks will be shat.
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