When is it not appropriate to sit in your pants watching daytime tv?

(NB. A student colleague of mine has been threatened with legal action over a comment he made in his blog. Following this, I should point out that Jeremy Kyle doesn't actually eat babies apart from baby carrots and perhaps baby sweetcorn, although I'm not sure if anyone eats baby sweetcorn anymore.)


Students love sitting in their pants watching Trisha. I think.

I've never actually indulged in this particular rite of passage because the courses I've chosen at university have mostly involved me being in lectures as Jeremy Kyle eats babies live on TV.

Kyle: murderous hatred not pictured

If I'm not at home, how do I know about the venomous bile that spews from Kyle's foaming mouth each morning, you ask?

Well believe it or not, when I was doing my anaesthetics rotation, the coffee room next to the operating theatres was always religiously tuned into his show.

Anyway, when is it not appropriate to sit in your pants (as in underwear. In England, we call our underwear "pants") watching daytime TV?

If you are watching the show in question, live from the studio - then it is a bad idea to watch in your pants.

On Friday, I went with some of my colleagues from the journalism course at Westminster University to be in the audience for The Wright Stuff.

Slightly shamefully, it's not the first time I've been in the audience for such a show.

In my gap year, a friend of mine worked on Kilroy, hosted by the inimitable Robert Kilroy-Silk, and I appeared on that.

I spoke about prostitutes on that show.

Precisely what I said about prostitutes, I can't remember.

A while later, the same friend worked on Live with Christian O'Connell.

Me and a couple of mates went on the show on St. Patrick's day and had to hold a tray of Guinness while performing an Irish jig.

The idea was to keep as much of the booze in the glasses as possible.

And then there was my snowboarding mayhem on You've Been Framed!

£250 in the pocket thank you very much.

My most recent appearance on TV involved me discussing the virtues of inviting my ex to my wedding.

For anyone who knows me, don't worry, it was all hypothetical.

After the show, Matthew Wright who presents the show had a quick chat with us about journalism.

He started out in newspaper journalism, spending time at The Sun, among other things.

It was a fun morning and if you want to go on the show, there's a facebook group with the details here.

Does the world really need another blog?

No.

But as I said, I have a gun, so do pipe down at the back and settle down to a warm cup of my ego.

While trying to work out what a blog is supposed to be, I discovered that it's basically just a forum for displaying the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Just checking if anyone is actually reading this.

So yeah, a blog is for posting links to cool stuff that other people might like or for reporting on news events without being a published journalist.

I'm not currently sitting in a Burmese Internet cafe and nobody wants to hear about Michael Jackson jumping in front of the train I was on today (still reading?), so I thought I'd concentrate on posting links to cool stuff.

One of my favourite journalists is called Charlie Brooker and I imagine a lot of my posts are going to revolve around stuff he's done.

I rarely read one of his articles without laughing out loud and they often induce belly-ripping hysterics at the most inappropriate junctures.

He regularly writes for the Guardian but rose to notoriety through his website, www.tvgohome.com.

Essentially, it parodies the Radio Times which is a british tv guide (see how my ego already believes that my blog has an international readership).

The programmes are all fictitious and their descriptions are the product of Brooker's cynacism towards modern TV.

The world of trash, reality TV and makeover programmes are satirised perfectly.

Anyway, enough of the bullshit, off you tootle and check it out.