The Secret Millionaire is a show on TV. The idea is simple. Take one millionaire. Make him/her travel hundreds of kilometres from home. Make him/her live in a tiny tatty house for a week and volunteer with various local charities like he’s not a millionaire. He/she secretly decides who to then spring a load of his/her own personal cash on to. He/she writes out cheques comes clean about who they really are and hands them over. Tears of happiness. Roll credits.
The thing I don’t get, right, is that absolutely every episode is exactly the same.
The main number one impossible thing is that the supposed not-a-millionaire turns up at a charity with a full-on film crew. I mean, after all these years how many people involved in running charities really haven’t heard of the Secret Millionaire programme? I mean, if I was involved in a charity and a film crew and a not-a-millionaire turned up and filmed the first thing I’d be thinking is “OMG, is that really a Secret Millionaire??? Am I going to get loads of dosh???”.
Yet, none of these charities ever do suspect, and they all get so surprised and emotional when the cheques get handed over!
Something doesn’t smell right about this.
Also, why is it always such an emotional journey for the millionaires themselves, with every single one of them every single time having a near emotional breakdown as something to do with one of the charities they oh so accidentally discovered somehow touches home about their past or previous experiences?
Something doesn’t smell right about this either.
There was one where they planted the millionaire in a house in Anfield (a part of Liverpool, the home of Liverpudlians). It made me laugh ‘cos he was a big butch ex-army man, done time in the Falklands, bla bla bla, but as soon as the scallies started their regular evening entertainment of setting fire to nearby houses, he panicked. Then when the scallies started bricking the car the production team were using, they all legged it and spent the rest of the week staying in a nice hotel.
The interesting thing about that one, which seems to be similar to most Secret Millionaire programmes was that they didn’t actually get involved in any charities based in Anfield. Not even in Liverpool. But they went miles away to parts of Sefton, a completely different Borough, and much wealthier area. Yet it’s all presented as if it’s just up the road from the scary house they have to live in. Same as when they had a guy in a scary house in Warrington. He’s then fiddling with charities in St Helen’s or on the Wirral, none in Warrington itself.
It’s getting far too silly!
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