
… But I can't help but watch. An hour of gormless, chavvy teenagers vomiting into a goldfish bowl full of VK and WKD, thanks BBC Three.
Picking up the voice-over duties for this pile of shit is Russell Tovey, who I have to add, I usually quite like. Russell warns us that “Everyone’s up for it, and anything goes. Cheap booze, dirty dancing and that all important independence.” No mention of who’s paying for these holidays, but I think with shows like this, it’s best not to question the details too intensely. If you’ve never seen Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents, I’m fiercely jealous of you.
Anyway, let me briefly outline the concept for you, two mouthy teenagers, often a girl modeling herself on Cheryl Cole with the effect usually being a little more Cher Lloyd, and a boy with gelled, spiky hair that looks to have got a little handy with their Mum's blusher brush. So, they hit an 18-30's holiday with their friends for a week, *unaware* that their parents are just a matter of metres away, participating in some of the least convincing undercover surveillance I’ve ever seen. Ever.
By the time the excitable teens arrive at their sunny destination, they’re enthusing about the most banal of details: “We’ve got a balcony. Yay!” “Oh my God, actually feel how actually hot it is.” Last week's episode saw larger-than-life in both personality and weight, Sophie hitting the pool in her first couple of hours of her arrival to check out the cock sizes of the Italian guests, only later to be spread out on the pavement with her arse on her show, and that same arse eating her knickers. Newcastle tart Alex was in a quaint little bar up the road, which was nestled between a kebab shop and a KFC, shaking a cocktail in a waiter’s pants and fighting with her signature gay hairdresser friend.
There's a lot of similar shit that happens in-between, but then finally, it’s time for the parents to reveal themselves, which is ironic since their children have often been doing that all week. But unfortunately, this much anticipated 15 minutes of the show is as shit as the rest, with the parents standing before their children with a bare-faced look of 'I'm going to beat you to a pulp when you get home' telling them: “You’ve been great, we’ve really enjoyed watching you.” Well, at least someone did.
In all seriousness though, if you're 18 and BBC Three ask to film you on your first holiday abroad with friends. Don't. Just don't.