OH NOT AGAIN

I've got to turn the telly off in a morning. I tend to put it on in the breakfast room for the news in the morning and then forget about it, thus ending up being subliminally affected by daytime TV rubbish. Mostly daytime TV is about buying or doing up houses, selling antiques, cooking, talking a lot of rubbish and games shows, but recently I've noticed that the BBC deem it desirable for their daytime viewing public to be given a dose of reality by introducing us to the horrors of a range of horrendous injuries suffered by the good people of Yorkshire.
Yes, it's time for Helicopter Heroes again and although I am NOT watching it, I am fully aware that one woman has already died of a heart attack and a man who works in a dairy has impaled his hand in the machinery at work.  All I can hear are the agonised moans and expletives from the dairy man - the woman is past making any more noise at all. But why do I need to watch this? It feels so intrusive. These are REAL PEOPLE in REAL AGONY and, in my opinion, it is NOT ENTERTAINMENT.