Ignorance is a state of being uninformed, as the nice dictionary way would put it across, what it really means is that you don’t know about something and because of that you are thick.

At least that’s how I feel most of the time with conversations about reality TV shows such as the Apprentice where some people want a highly paid job and jump through hoops for our amusement while Sir Alan’s sugar is sniffed from a table close by.

Just by listening to people talk about such matters, I feel I don’t have to even watch, which given my full timetable of eating toenail clippings and drive-by floggings, is only a good thing. I can only imagine the horrors behind shows like “Britain’s got carrots”, or “I’m a poor bloke, pay me money to stay in a jungle”, and yet all the while there is the stench that’s rising due to the public appetite for such lies, treachery and deceit.

It’s only a matter of time before our own lives are broadcast for all to see, on the new SKY ULTRA SUPER HD 1,000,000,000 channel system. For now, that’s just done on Facebook.

Worse still is the ignorance of the news.

On occasions of great importance, the news informs in a way which is gripping, breathtaking and precise. But events like the election and tragedies such as the deplorable 9/11 attacks are few and somehow thankfully far between. Which means the news has to shove something down our throats to enrage us enough to unbalance the beer balancing on our bellies.

The best example of “news” has to come from the free Metro newspaper which people throw down in endless places or use as emergency toilet paper all over the UK.

They led today for example with The Chilean Miners getting a movie made about them being stuck down a hole. Yes, the epic tale of miners being stuck down the well or whatever it’s going to be turned into by Hollywood, will give us a tale of courage, love, and probably one crazy guy who shouts all the time.

Also reading the headline:

Hairdresser’s nose collapses from cutting hair

does tend to make you wonder if it’s April 1st. Yes, apparently cutting hair is a dangerous business due to “hair particles” rotting your nose off. As much as I can feel sorry for the poor woman who has to deal with having to explain why the state of her nose is nothing to do with taking drugs or sniffing animals’ bottoms, you again can’t really equate the dangers of hairdressing to say, hmm, bomb disposal and perhaps working in Macdonalds.

It’s not often I pay real attention to the news any more and you know what. The fact I didn’t know there was a drug called meow meow, nor that some bloke bullied another bloke or something to that degree warms my heart. It’s exactly as the line from the song “Changing Man” goes;

The more I know, the less I understand.

Given the state of today’s world, that can only be a good thing, surely?