GOOD grief the world really has gone mad. I have followed the coverage of this Big Brother TV rubbish with a mixture of shock and awe.

The most shocking thing is that a cardiac nurse from Wycombe Hospital is on the Channel 4 show and is engaged in desperate measures to make everyone hate her.

My awe is for the fact that so many people are interested in this piffling nonsense.

But what really concerns me is that I am of that tender age when men of a stressful disposition suddenly keel over.

Any minute, I expect to be rushed into emergency after one of our local councils make my blood boil so much that I have a cardiac arrest.

That's one of the hazards of being a grumpy old man. But what I can't accept is being treated by a provocative young lass whose bare bottom was splashed over the tabloids this week.

I'll have just got over surgery and be on the mend when the sight of Makosi whatsiname in a nurse's uniform is going to set me off into a fatal relapse. Goodness knows what's going to happen if she has to give me the kiss of life?

The most ironic thing is that this paper tried to get national coverage for the hospital's plight last year when officials decided to move women's and children's services to Aylesbury. But the campaign was largely ignored outside this area.

Isn't it a sad indictment of society that the only time a Wycombe nurse can make it big on TV is when she's climbing naked out of bed on a ridiculous reality show?