IT occurred to me I mainly moan about the television I watch.

And I do try to see the good in things - I try to be positive and not be irritated by the minute details which are often wrong.

I want to leave my cynicism at the door and take a giant leap into lightness. And so, I arrive at Love Island.

Not literally, I am in Essex still while impossibly chiselled and gorgeous young people vie for the attentions of each other in an uber glam version of the Big Brother House on the sunny island of Majorca.

Most people do not look like this. It must take so much effort - but it has surely been worth it because just getting the call up for this show is a win itself.

It was easily the most talked about show of last summer and its return has been, despite this being in its fourth series, more anticipated than ever. Many of last year’s intake are already internet sensations, billionaires on the back of millions of followers and likers.

It is serious.

So, back to my original point I am trying to make in a very roundabout fashion - I am giving Love Island a go and this means not moaning about it.

I could talk about how it sets young people up with unrealistic expectations of how they should look.

That it is not a very good example in terms of how relationships should be played out and it makes love into a commodity, something you play for and win or lose at. I could go on and on.

But I guess the real way to look at it is a bit of escapist fun.

Having decided to give it a go, just so I knew what everyone was going on about for the next eight weeks, I realise it is basically a combination of Big Brother meets Towie/Made in Chelsea/Geordie Shore.

It is a gameshow with willing participants who know the score and are able to cope with the peaks and troughs of the challenges.

Doctor Alex was shoved straight in the deep end - failing to be chosen as a potential date by any of the girls, but then Eyal looked slightly dumbfounded when he realised his bubbly and lovely match up couldn’t even pronounce him name, despite a pretty thorough tutorial.

There was a lot of teeth on show, and not much witty banter or conversation.

And this is not for lack of seemingly intelligent minds being put in there - a doctor, solicitor and even an engineer number amongst them.

But from the minute they popped open the champers and squeaked excitedly at the fact the villa had beds (I’m not kidding) I was hooked.

That’s the next eight weeks of columns sorted.

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