We deserve Gillian McKeith

A couple of years ago an over-confident Scottish woman called Dr Gillian McKeith made history by being the first person ever to examine human stools on primetime television. A nutritionist — whatever that is — by trade, her shtick was to induce indolent and feckless working-class people to defecate into a tube and then — holding the tube aloft for the benefit of the viewing audience — berate them for the spineless quality of their product. From this unique vantage point she would then castigate the working-class people about their diets and force them to eat mung beans, lentils and chard, with ‘hilarious’ results.

Someone somewhere obviously thought this would provide compelling television. Someone somewhere still does — McKeith is still on our screens, poking around in welfare-funded lumpenprole poo and bossing people about. Never mind Big Brother or Celebrity Love Island — Ms McKeith has provided us with the real low point of television in the 21st century, not just for her repulsive intrusion into the private lives of fat, cretinous, poor people, but also for the sheer vacuity of her approach and the breathtaking gullibility of the general public.