Reality Killed the Big Issue Star

Reality Killed the TV Star

I have come to the conclusion that too much 'reality' TV can blur the lines between differing genres of television. In fact I would go as far as to say that some people are no longer able to make the distinction between them at all.

Here is an example of what I mean;

I overheard a girl telling her friend that she was watching a programme about four school girls, but as she hadn't seen the beginning of it she wasn't sure what she was watching. The girl even went as far as to say she thought it might have been a docu-soap. Maybe it’s because there are currently so many programmes that are part scripted and part improvised: Geordie Shore, Made in Chelsea, Eastenders, that the lines really have been blurred.
I haven't seen the programme they were talking about but I have seen a trailer for it and I can safely say, without a shadow of a doubt that it is definitely a comedy.

Guilt is a Big Issue

Last week, whilst walking through, my local town centre, and feeling guilty for a moment, I decided to buy a copy of the Big Issue. I hadn't bought one in a long time so I wasn't sure of the cost. I gave the vendor a five pound note, and received two pound in change. I didn't look at the price, which was displayed on the front of the magazine in quite a bold typeface, until I'd started walking away from the vendor. At this point I realised I was now down by fifty pence. Being that this magazine is in aid of the homeless I decided not to go back and challenge him for the remainder of the change that I was entitled to. It’s much less than he's entitled to, after all.

Nowhere on his jacket did I see 'Check your change - errors can't be corrected later'
It was sometime later that I thought of saying 'oi mate, you owe me fifty pence' but even as I approached him on my way back past I thought better of it. It could have been worse, I could have told him he's 'a thieving bastard' and 'I want my five pound note back, and I'll keep the change' for the worry he's put me through. At least he'd then have an even stronger case for his poverty stricken situation. And to be fair he would have been within his rights to tell me to 'fuck off'
I admire him for the enterprise he showed and the tenacity to carry on working his way out of his situation.
I can think of worse things to be forced on me; the religious material being handed out in the same area as the Big Issue vendor for one. Actually, that’s it!
That extra fifty pence would probably only end up going on booze or fags (Cigarettes to people outside the UK) or both. Luckily for him I've given both of them up!