Now lest you should think I have gone soft in the head, let me state from the get-go that I have never WATCHED this show. I would rather watch an hour of ADVERTS – at least they feature PROFESSIONALS.
No, I just caught a few seconds of it on Jimmy Fallon. The bachelor in question was one Juan Pablo Galavis, a retired Venezuelan footballist who called himself plain Juan Pablo.
And it did not take long to discover WHY he was still a bachelor.
For a start, the scruff-bag had not obviously not SHAVED in a week – thus if he had gone DOWN on any of the “contestants” (and a sadder-looking bunch of bimbos I had never seen before) he would have made them SCREAM – from PAIN, not pleasure.
“Designer stubble” went out in the mid Eighties – but apparently Juan Pablo did not receive the memo. Come to think of it, he would not have been able to GROW stubble then.
Anyhow, this clown was shown on Fallon, telling one of the bimbos how he “liked” her. Even the AMERICAN audience gasped and it was they who INVENTED the practise of substituting “the L-word” with “like”.
Who WATCHES this shite?
Well, whoever they are – at least they PERPETUATE low-budget reality crap, allowing those with TASTE to enjoy shows that are made with MONEY and TALENT.
Following America’s Christmas – sorry, “Holiday” – break, new episodes of “The Blacklist”, “Bones”, “Elementary” and “NCIS” are now resuming, here in The Land Of Smiles…