Make Bradford British: The Worst Reality Telly We Have Ever Seen.
Last night Channel Four broadcast the first episode of its latest ‘reality telly’ programme, Make Bradford British.
Utter, utter, gobshite, would be a mild-spoken response to this show.
The premise is that you get a bunch of Bradford people together, from all ‘ethnic’ backgrounds, and see how they get along. Then you make ’em ‘British’.
To what end one might ask?
Well it seems the aim was to let a few sparks fly.
Some ignorant twat would talk about ‘Pakis’.
Which he/they did.
The only sympathetic people were a mixed race lady and a young Muslim woman.
Drowned out by a ex-Magistrate patronising toffette, and a Moslem who is so obsessed with praying seven times a day he forgets to live.
Resisting our urge to kick both of them in their ample backsides, what did we learn?
I live in a very mixed ethnic community.
Ipswich is also very working class: a far greater cultural fact.
By in large we rub along.
I do not want to ‘mix’ with some Toffy-nosed retired Magistrate or some looney who prays seven times day.
So be it.