Once again, people are using their free time to provide their wonderful insights on some overacted, oversexed, and possibly mind numbing edition of another reality TV show that will no doubt be debated in Prime Minister’s questions, where Nick Clegg will apologise for just turning up.

Some, it appears are watching the show while updating using the Apple Maxipad, which as we all know was torn out from Steve job’s underpants to be disposed into the dustbin of public consumption some time ago now, and has made it’s way into some people’s lives like constipation after a particularly bad curry.

Commenting on television programmes at the same time as airing is not a new thing, indeed given the various platforms that are available for us to abuse at this stage of the game, it’s never been easier to say things that people care little about. It’s become the new “water cooler” where people bored of banging their heads against keyboards and each other in the office, go to a room and talk about things they have seen.

But given that some people are in their homes, using new fangled contraptions for the worthwhile purpose of caring what some talentless bint says about other talentless bints on something which could only be made watchable if the entire set was doused with petrol and set on fire, is this basically the best thing we do with ourselves?

Also if you sat back on the sofa while the TV flickers on the programme of despair, you’re also probably just looking at web pages about cats yawning or writing an email to your partner next to you to complain that the bins haven’t been emptied in 6 years and it’s starting to smell the place up a bit.

Given that the main purpose of the Ipad and other mobile devices of their ilk has been only to consume media up to this point, and given that in a fit of fury knowing that your friend had one, you will more than likely will have paid for the most expensive internet enabled version.

What’s the first thing you go and do? Tweet on how badly someone is dressed, even if they have just escaped from a pit of lions in another reality TV show soon to appear on ITV 2. Then look at dirty pictures, like the lowly sex-starved little monkey you really are.

What’s more everything is linked into making money for someone else, using these devices. Buy an application and you too can send billions of pounds in to vote for your favourite binman or way to commit genocide using Google War Crimes quiz.

Why do we like to subject ourselves to such things?

Given that we are more lucky in the western would to have things that enable new possibilities at our disposal, instead of people just sitting back and gawping over the next thing with a face to turn up, perhaps they should begin using these devices to create something instead? Failing that, watch something like Jackass which actually be less coma inducing at this point?

We need be lured away from being more passive lemmings to start doing new and more interesting things, maybe even using applications included with the overpriced instrument of brain death as what Apple did with the Garageband application, in which if you could figure out how the bloody thing was meant to work (at which point Stephan Hawking will call you “master”), you could make some music or at least noise that would rival everything in the charts at the moment.

One of the more useful applications which has been showcased during my brief period of dragging fingers down the screen like someone with special needs (start the email hate now) on a friend’s Ipad, has been Autodesk SketchBook Pro where various artists armed with a stick, have come up with some truly inspirational work. From comics, to entire countryside scenes, in the hands a true professional, nothing is out of reach.

So when it came to my turn to wield the stick, this was the best that could be done;

At first you could say it’s a self portrait drawn by a man with no limbs and the mind of a tramp. But one, it’s missing the obvious man breasts and vomit inducing beer belly, and two, what the hell were the boxing gloves for? I couldn’t be a boxer unless it was packing boxes for people at Tescos and even then I’d lose, being knocked out by a carrier bag.

But the point remains, at least it was used to do something, even if it was utter shit. Could you do better if you had the chance? (Well the answer is yes, but where’s the fun in just admitting that out loud?)