FrozenDreamer

It’s a worrying state of affairs when people in our culture get off on watching other people suffer, be it in emotional of physical suffering. It all boils down to the television really, the programmes available on the multitude of reality channels on cable and satellite.

The one programme that has caught my eye over the past few months is Street Wars, where a camera crew follow the activities of drunken yobs and neds in various places around the country, in the company of our beloved police force. While watching the programme, a few things catch my eye at every point. The majority of assailants in the program are young men who have had far too much to drink. Woman, even young girls on a few occasions, have been known to throw rocks and stones at friends / police / fire crews (you choose), but the overall ratio swings the wave of crime in favour of men.

So here we are, a first world country with men who are unpredictable and like a few drinks on a Saturday night. Yet they still manage to get themselves nicked because they’re standing in a corner somewhere pissing on a pavement or shagging something they probably shouldn’t be.

How I love the intricacies and complexities of the Great Unwashed. As long as they don’t touch me on the bus, I’ll survive.