It’s nearly midnight and, for some reason, I’ve been watching a load of people stood on top of a plinth in London doing very little. Currently, there’s a man up there looking like he’s about to commit suicide, joined only by a small Welsh flag and torrential rain. Oh, and the drunken, hurled abuse of braying Londoners shouting “I hate the Welsh!” and singing The Stripper music. It’s become a weird, oddly distracting TV event. Some of you may argue that it’s not a real televisual event because all the ‘action’ is online, but the internet is just another medium for TV. Television, translated from Latin and Greek means “far sight”, this is just another tool to enable us to tune in remotely to somewhere else.

Over on Twitter, one of the more accurate conduits for public opinion, One and Other is hammering the current Big Brother in terms of being talked about, despite the fact that even less is happening. I know… that’s hard to imagine right?

Fact is, this thing has got people hooked. There’s no prima donna hissy fits and irritating fancy dress tasks for cans of cider. The only remote voices you hear are the general public, unbridled and willing to say exactly as they please. Actual reality, warts and all.

For every word of encouragement, there’s a naysayer, giving you a review live and direct. Someone shouted “what have you achieved?” at one point. You don’t get the distant voice of Big Brother ever asking such a useful question. AND you can be safe in the knowledge that no-one who stars in Anthony Gormley’s latest work will appear in Nuts, nipple-to-nipple with another participant. That’s very refreshing indeed.

Earlier, there was a man who Grace Dent referred to as a man who “eventually made a cocoon of what looks like human hair – while he sat inside it.” (pic here). There’s been a town crier who shouted stuff into the ether and no-one really listened. One Tweeter said: “watched last three hours, dancing girl was strange, unicycle man was dull, change the world guy amusing.” That’s three more hours than any other TV show on the box.

Whether this is art or a PR stunt (it’s easy to get the two confused), this whole thing is oddly fascinating. I’m obviously waiting for someone to curl one out on the plinth as a horrific gift to the person following them (there’ll be a new person every hour, 24 hours a day for 100 days). In fact, mostly, I watch curiously waiting for… well… anything to happen at all.

As I leave at midnight, we see a young lady dressed as a pigeon… it’s almost worth tuning in to see what hare-brained ideas the British public will hatch next. Sod Britain’s Got Talent… this is the rawest, most direct talent competition currently airing. Let’s call it ‘Britain’s Got Humans’.

Watch One and Other here