There seems to be an increasing blur between reality and TV these days. I mean you have the old style reality shows with the “He said he LOVED me but he was cheating on ME with the POSTMAN!!” Then we have the scripted reality shows where people pretend they are not on TV and are just innocently living their lives unaware of the TV documentary crew following their every move as they go through a script of getting drunk, falling in love, falling out, falling out of their clothes. Sometimes they are from Essex, or Jersey, or Chelsea but the premise is basically the same. Una Mullally talks more about  this in today’s Irish Times  “How real is Reality TV?” http://bit.ly/k3z8J1

The answer is Reality TV is not very real, unless it is an Irish reality show. Irish reality shows are different because often you actually know people on them. For example I tuned in to this week’s “Come Dine With Me” only to see two familiar faces. I also remember a classic episode of “Take me Out” where Ray Foley asked one girl why she had turned out her light “on that lovely fella”, “He’s me cousin” she screeched.  Fair enough, good to know we still have standards.

So what is the answer to all this. Where does TV end and reality begin? Well I think I have the answer, I have turned off the TV, but am instead living my life as if it is a reality show. Lights, camera, action, anyone want to join me in Chuffey Towers? It’s the new reality show about the trials and tribulations of entrepreneurship. In this week’s episode I learn the best method for putting down rat bait and the dangers of clinical mastitis in dairy cows.  Another highlight was  passing  van full of chickens on the N7, the slogan on the side of the van was “Poultry in Motion”.  The reality my dears can be stranger than fiction!