right..so...last night i had a dream
and amongst a james bond style plot in which a sinister villain killed people off by making them wear a golden bowler hat..there was also the makings of a tv show.
now. i wouldnt want to make this out of artistic pride. its not that sort of idea. just cold hard cash is needed. and i think its almost a great idea that the masses would lap up.
so...the deal is (and stop me when this strays too close to something already made, ive got a feeling im subconsciously copying)....twenty men and twenty women, all single, are all a bit stuck in their lives,(no real mentals, mostly tossy city boys and girls), job wise, love wise, etc etc. so...they come on this show to win a) a million spuds b) a swanky house c) a swanky car (people like this stuff dont they)
but i hear you ask...'michael..how do they fulfil these shallow dreams of a better lifestyle'
well, ill tell you. its all about marriage people.
twenty boys pair up with twenty girls, and these are the couples. the couples are decided by the first challenge. the men must sky dive with no prior warning. theys picks a parachute, on the chute is a number, number corresponds to lady, bada bing , bada boom.
so now we have ten 'couples' competing. a bit hazy here over how they will be eliminated. but. the winning couple gets the dream wedding, all the trimming, celeb guests and all, ok/hello photos. (of course they may despise each other)
but why would they get married if they hate each other?
well, then, they have to live in the same swanky house for six whole months, acting out wedded bliss. at the end, they each get the money, house and car.each. maybe they will stay married. maybe they will feel so unclean after the last six months of being in close proximity to someone they despise and bathe in bleech. the choice is theirs. stay married or go seperate ways.
and that, my friends, i rekon, is bloody genius
(thank you subconscious, you may have made us a pretty penny)
im sure there has been something like this, but not exactly like this. and the room for variation and longevity is amazing.
i need to get pitching people, where to i toddle my legs off to?
p.s. if you want to know what i did in the dream,well...i saw the girl of my dreams...but refused to do the jump. t'da. never make it easy for myself.
p.p.s. will this count down the job centre as a job seeking task?