TV review: The Jeremy Kyle show

The Jeremy Kyle show which though it screens at midday is hugely popular because it features the saddest human sacks and the audience in TV land and the studio love it.

It's reminiscent of early century mobs slathering below the gallows or the guillotine for a tasty bit of "oooooooooh how could they", "what a revolting piece of s..t.

So it's good I, suppose, to feel like an upstanding and grand citizen in the face of it.

This show with it's unfortunate people fed up with their lot blaming, screaming and finger shoving are sad, mostly thick types whose arguments are well weathered and gripey.

And to be unfair and very superficial they're mostly in the bottom strata of the looks department which in this day wouldn't wash in the United States land of the reality fake beauty shows.

To watch the studio audience leaning forward elbows on knees hanging off every word and laughing when it's particularly gross and it often is, is to me a very freaky type of entertainment.

The more unfortunate the person is the more the audience love it.

Most of the problems seem to be self inflicted but that doesn't deter young Jeremy from carefully calling the shots and demanding they cut the swearing and yelling and get to the usually grimy point.

As one British reviewer said, a person would have to be seriously damaged to air their problems on a show like this.

"... and this programme manipulates that vulnerability to the max."

Distressing is the number of young people who are regularly on the show to battle out the paternity of their baby.

At the rear of the stage, behind the warring parents, is a huge screen showing a sweet-faced baby backstage. How sad is that, especially when you realise that two horrible dead beat parents are the responsible adults for this small being.

The Jeremy Kyle Show has a regular audience of about 1.5 million and
has been a staple of the ITV daytime schedule for almost a decade.

It seems Jeremy himself has practically rock star status in Britain with special printed T shirts and all.

He talks the talk but reminds me of a deft little rodent as he sprints around the stage with alacrity spouting the merit of family values.

Together with his team of counsellors I have no doubt that's what they're all about.
I want to know do these unfortunate people get just their 15 minutes of fame or is there another sweetener for appearing warts and all.

Maybe a night in a hotel and a dinner for fronting up.
Blimey putting that lot in the same hotel would be asking for a stoush.
So 15 minutes of fame must be the attraction.