Fiona Duff: My great escape from Love Island

Dani Dyer, Love Island winner
Dani Dyer, Love Island winner
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If you have teenagers you are probably breathing a big sigh of relief. No longer will you be having that argument at 8.50pm as to whether it would be possible to switch channels on the television to ITV2.

For goodness sake, I didn’t even know that such a channel existed and aren’t teenagers meant to be shunning television shows anyway?

Yes, it’s the end of Love Island, a hideous sounding programme in which plastic surgery junkies meet up with buffed, hairless guys and then, as they say in Mamma Mia...

I was speaking to a friend the other day who has no children, never mind teenagers, and she started sounding like a modern day Mary Whitehouse.

“It’s absolutely disgraceful, and I hope your kids aren’t watching it” she said. I asked her if she had ever seen it and the answer, a bit like that of the aforementioned moral guardian of the 1970s, was “no” – she’d just read about it in the press and heard people talk about it on the bus.

To be honest, I haven’t seen it either but mainly it just sounds like my cup of tea.

I can’t imagine the conversations between the contestants is of any interest. I once watched about five minutes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, just to see what the fuss was about.

I don’t think I have ever heard such a stream of idiocy and mindlessness come out of the TV screen in my life. If I had spent any longer watching it, I think my ears would have melted in protest.

Apparently these women are seen as role models for millions around the world.

And just don’t get me started on the YouTubers that my daughter follows religiously – Lord above, they are even worse I think.

Anyway, I doubt that I am part of the target audience for the producers of these ridiculous shows, so I’ll just keep schtum and carry on watching Coronation Street.