At our weekly catch up, my friends and I got chatting about the wide variety of television programmes we watch.

“It always seems to happen at dinner time.”

We wondered what Fiona was ranting on about this time.

“I flick through the channels whilst having my dinner, and sure as fate the second I’ve taken a mouthful of food, a bloody great lion appears on the telly ripping the guts out of a half-eaten wilder beast.”

We squirmed at the very thought.

“Or some other unsuspecting victim on the Serengeti is about to be pounced on and devoured in front of my eyes.”

We couldn’t help but laugh because we’ve all had to cover our eyes at some point.

“I know how you feel,” I added.

“Because I’m petrified of snakes and the second one appears on the screen I physically shake.”

Telling us about her favourite programme Christine added: “Well I never miss an episode of Crimewatch.”

“I love the end of the programme the best when they showcase all the criminals the viewers have helped to snare.”

We thought it was rather satisfying to finally see justice for the horrendous crimes, and it appeared that we all enjoyed watching Crimewatch except for Julie.

“I stopped watching it years ago because I could barely sleep a wink afterwards, and when I did I had nightmares.”

She nervously confessed.

“It always amused me however, at the end of a very traumatic viewing hour when Nick Ross would attempt to comfort viewers by saying ‘Don’t have nightmares. Do sleep well.”

“Seriously!”

“Fraud, burglary, rape, assault and murder all in one hour and he was encouraging me to sleep well!”

I could see Julie’s point, because after watching the programme I checked more times than I normally would to make sure that every window and door was definitely locked.

“I prefer to watch something a bit lighter hearted.” said Yvonne.

“Like Britain’s Got Talent.”

“Or Britain’s Got NO Talent,” I cheekily added.

“One guy thought his act was amazing because he could balance a 10ft ladder on his nose whilst it was on fire.”

“And another guy thought he was talented because he could stick a dozen spoons to his face!”

And before I could finish.

“That’s no big deal,” my pal butted in.

“After a night on the town and a curry, my Billy has woken up with more than a spoon stuck to his face.”

“Well I never miss my favourite programme, Tattoo Fixers,” stated Karen.

However, as some of the gang had never even heard of it as she went on to explain.

“Three British tattoo artists fix tattoo catastrophes which have usually happened when people were drunk on holiday abroad.”

I had to confess that I enjoyed watching the programme too, but couldn’t help point out.

“Basically clients come in to the shop with a tiny tattoo they regret having done and want covered up.”

I continued. “A short time later they leave with a masterpiece covering the botched tattoo, but its always at least twice the size of the original one they started with!”

Without doubt the programme we all agreed we watched and squirmed at was the reality TV programme Embarrassing Bodies.

“If you were in any way embarrassed you would never go on National TV.”

Christine pointed out.

“It’s bad enough just watching it, especially when Jim’s mother is with us.” Christine seemed uncomfortable even talking about it.

“Well after all, who wants to sit in their living room with their husband and mother-in-law and right up on the screen appears some overweight bloke showing us his genitals.”

She added: “Which were apparently not in tip-top condition!”

We couldn’t stop laughing, but reckoned it must be humiliating to say the least.

“A similar things happened to me.” Karen shared her story of shame.

“We were watching the programme when my daughter Gemma and her boyfriend suddenly appeared and joined us.

I wondered where this was going.

“Next minute the doctors began discussing some poor woman’s weak pelvic floor, an old man’s painful haemorrhoids, and then on to a teenager’s problem with pubic lice.”

We all laughed but were so glad it wasn’t us in the room.

“I mean.” Karen continued.

“None of us knew where to look and next minute a 25 stone man started to strip off and that’s when I jumped up and said enough is enough and turned the bloody thing off.”

“I had an episode of Embarrassing Bodies myself last year,” Mae confessed.

“Never mind on the telly,” she laughed.

“It’s worse in real life.”

We had no clue what she was on about until ……..

“Last year I jumped out of the swimming pool and without realising it, the weight of the water had pulled my bikini bottoms down to my ankles which drew that attention of sunbathers who pointed and laughed at me.”

Mae concluded.

“Now that was one very embarrassed body!”