It’s possible that I am now simply too old to enjoy the bloated spectacle that is Love Island.
If I were applying for The X Factor, I’d be ticking the “over-25s” box which, in reality TV terms, means I’m basically dead. So maybe it makes sense that I’m no longer entertained by the travails of a group of semi-sentient torsos — although if recent ratings are anything to go by, I’m not the only one who has found themselves fatigued by the show.
