There's cable TV in my apartamento. There is a shitpile of crap on cable. This crap is redeemed in no small way by reality TV british-style.
Rather than observe what happens when you swap a wife between Texas and Nebraska or how a lady handles dipping her face into a maggot-infested tank to retrieve as many rodent foetuses as she can within one minute, the Brits make people sing Gilda in Rigoletto
One of the contestants was blind, and she was bloody good.