Guilty Pleasures: RBT

The work laptop was turned on at 8.15 a.m. this morning. 

The work laptop was turned off at 7.30 p.m. tonight. 

And being abslutely munted tonight I fell down on the couch to watch one of my favourite guilty pleasure television shows. 

RBT - Random Breath Test. 

Yep, I've said it. Barely a week goes by when I don't watch RBT. Normally, it's on when I get back from the gym. And it needs to be watched - even for a few minutes. 

I call it "Things bogans do". Because really, have you seen the people who end up on RBT? 

Today's episode came out of Adelaide, which, as everybody knows, has it's fair share of bogans.

The episode didn't disappoint. Of course, they set up the breathos at the North and South of the city. Suburbs like Elizabeth, Salisbury, Christies Beach... fun places. (I bet you'd ever get a breatho in Unley or Burnside)

And you get the same characters each week. There's the:

• The boomer on the way back from golf
• The young footy player
• The down on his luck bogan who's just moved states. 
• The agro bloke who can't believe he's over the limit
• The strung out druggie who's trying to get their life back. 

Nine out of ten of the 'victims' are men. Most are pretty dishevelled. Most are pretty remorseful when they are meted out with their punishments - which are displayed at the conclusion of their stories. 

Did you know in Adelaide, if you're caught over 0.08, you get your car impounded for a month? Along with a payment of a grand to get it out of the clink? Sheesh. 

As somebody who cherishes her driver's licence and has a blanket one drink and that's it if I'm driving, I just wonder at these people. 

Where do they find them? 

Is this the modern version of the stocks? (And sure, you occasionally feel like throwing like throwing rotten vegetables at these people)

And sure, sometimes you want to find out how some of the sob stories turn out - the junkies and down and outers who really look like they've had it tough, who have been caught after slipping. Oh the humanity. 

It's life at its best and worst. 

And most Thursday nights you'll find me on the couch watching this dreadful tripe. 

It is a terrible, strange, guilty pleasure. 

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