I feel like I’ve been handcuffed to things I didn’t sign up to be handcuffed to for almost two decades now. Surely spending 24 hours chained wrist-to-wrist with a stranger would be a doddle, wouldn’t it? Especially if there’s £50k each to be won. I mean, think what you could do with £50k. You could afford to go out for a meal at Pizza Express!
Handcuffed: Last Pair Standing, like Sex Box and Naked Attraction, is purest Channel 4. It’s not a game show, it’s a social experiment. (It’s a game show.) What sets it apart from its equally radical and avant garde predecessors is that they’ve managed to get Jonathan Ross to present it. Not quite sure why he agreed to it, though. Is he bored? Doing a favour for a friend? Paying off a tax bill? Surely they could have got someone cheaper for this, like Gok Wan or Gemma Collins?
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Never mind though, because the contestants do most of the work anyway. The object of the game, I mean experiment – is simple: People with opposing views and lifestyles are cuffed together for 24 hours. They spend time in each other’s lives, meeting their friends and family, doing their ablutions together, baring their souls – and they’re doing it for the thing our society values the most. Cold, hard cash.
The producers will probably say that the idea is to hold up a mirror to the current ideological divides in Britain, showing how they can be healed with tolerance, patience and compromise. But let’s face it, we really just want to see two flabby-bottomed strangers taking a really awkward shower together and arguing. And the great news is, it doesn’t disappoint.
First up is Jo, a proud body positive feminist from Manchester who owns a plus-size clothing brand called Topsy Curvy. Jo would be my best pal, because she has a tattoo of a cheesestring on her calf and wears a T-shirt that says FAT BITCH. Surprise, surprise, she’s chained to Reuben from Portsmouth, a child of the manosphere, who uses ‘gym’ as a verb and is oozing insecurity and Creed aftershave out of his slightly-too-tight shirt.