I've never wanted to smack six people so badly.

Interesting program on the BBC last night called Blood, Sweat and Takeaways. Basically the BBC sent six British young people off to Indonesia and Thailand to work in the food industry that they regularly purchase from. The insight into the food industry there was undoubtedly excellent and worth a prime time broadcast, but the reasoning behind sending along six condescending brats escapes me, and the results were nothing less than cringe-worthy.

Here are Thai and Indonesian people, welcoming tourists and a camera crew into their home, then have those same tourists turn around to tell them how much they pity them and how they should be 'so proud' of what they're doing for their families. If someone came into my home and told me I was comendable for living in what they viewed as an appalling dump, there would be slaps all round.

Of course the working conditions, sex trade and pricing are unjust in these countries, and of course something needs to be done to help spur on the development of industry, agriculture and workers rights in these countries, but it isn't as if the same people working there have no pride. It was nothing less than insulting.

Here's a clip from last night's programme.



Not the best example of what I'm arguing about but still pisses me off.


Some choons throughout the whole thing though.

Suckiest nightclubs in the land...

..and not even a bit of talent to go with it.
The nightclubs of Ireland need to sort their lives out.

Number one, Mr. Nightclub Man, stop playing Akon, Girls Aloud et al.
Number two, stop charging ridiculous prices for a frickin jaegerbomb.
And number three, open the smoking area, it's all you've got left buddy.

Kudos for the invisible, U.V. visible stamps though. I marvel everytime.