Day 68

Scantily clad women, violent graphic explosions and people getting hurt/humiliated, are all things that men actively seek to watch on television.
In 2003, a visionary working at Granada Productions clambered onto the boardroom table, grabbed the Head of Production by his tie and screamed at him an idea for a brand new show combining each of those elements – it was to be called Brainiac: Science Abuse.

The format of the programme was to showcase as much ludicrous behaviour as possible, all beneath a thin veil of ‘science’.
Supporting cast members to hosts Richard Hammond and John Tickle were everyday, ordinary volunteers who wore bright yellow T-shirts sporting the show’s hazard-sign inspired logo - not unlike the one I’m wearing today. The difference between mine and the ones they wore is that mine was purchased online and not handed to me as a souvenir from my involvement in one of the show's a whacky experiments.
However, that did not stop me from saying the contrary to a young woman I encountered in Bournemouth train station car park one afternoon.
As I was passing the station wearing this Brainiac tee, she screeched her car to a halt across two parking bays, flung the door open and ran towards me asking if I had been filming in the area.
To this day I’m not sure why I told her that I had, and that if she hurried, she might be able to make it back to the beach to see some of the show being filmed.
But that’s what I told her.

In a way, she learnt an important lesson about ridiculous indiviuals in car parks, proving that Brainiac was sort of educational after all.