The English Dream

Sat with Mum the other evening watching Britain's Got Talent. It didn't have my full attention but I felt really blue watching it. There is something so lonely about loud cheering and endless clapping. Booing and hissing. Ringing up and voting. Britain's Got More Talent on ITV2. Emptiness and loneliness.

It looks like a distorted view of happiness people have - as if people have been told this is what it is to be successful. The lightbulbs, the audience, being on the telly. Glaring into the screen saying "I want this more than anything" and begging to be saved.

Someone once said to me "If you could be famous just like that, wouldn't you want to be?"

Confetti rained on everyone once the winner was announced

And then once they have won it will just be more clapping and loud music and more eye squinting lightbulbs.

I know some people need a platform to "make it" but those brutal yet empty television shows like that should not be the way to do it.