I'm not going to lie to you. I am one of those incredible bores who bangs on about 'class' all the time. I can't help it because regardless of what people say, it does matter - especially if you're many rungs down the ladder from those that think we should focus on what we can do as opposed to where we're from. So with that Tower Block of Commons (Channel 4, Monday, 8 February, 9pm) is clearly right up my street... right?

This four-parter sets out to get a bunch of MPs and make them live on benefits in rough areas. Right? MPs are, without question, out of touch. There's no two ways about it. If you need proof, just look at the dippy little lives they lead and watch it fall to pieces when someone asks them about their expense claims.

In last night's show, some lass pointed out that it was perfectly normal to have no money left at the end of a month when the MP pointed out that they needed to claim for things or they'd have nothing left.

And so, there's probably a lot of people watching this show, sniping about upper classes, middle classes and working classes. Whilst these issues are all important (granted, not always healthily debated), there's one vital thing missed off the tick list.

The Political Classes.

See, politicians are in a class of their own... dreamy little bubbles made out of a self assuredness based in righteousness. These dunces actually believe that they are representing We The People (of all classes it's worth pointing out), when really, they're representing an idea of The People which is so far removed from the world you and I live in that it would be funny if it wasn't for everyone getting royally shafted all the time.

The wiser we get to it, the less we vote because year on year, it feels increasingly unimportant. A vote for one party is just like voting for anyone. The differences are so slim that people feel like they might as well sit at home and not bother.

And why? Well it's perfectly shown in this programme. The MPs as a collective whole whip £50 from their bra, say childcare is 'woman's work', moan about people buying fags when they're later seen cleaning a swimming pool (aye, that's a necessity isn't it?) and completely failing to understand why it is hugely important to live exactly as these poor sods with bugger-all live for a fortnight to really grasp what is far more prevalent than the consensus thinks.

However, all this is the stuff that the show would like you to think is the debate. Really, the crux of this show is to laugh at the suffering of MPs. While at times it's a bit painful to watch, like in the case of Mark Oaten, seen crying and lonely on a hill, it usually gets restored with the sharp prod of the British sense of black humour... "If he's like that after a day, after a week he'll want a noose."

The anger toward MPs as a whole has clearly passed parliament by, and this show gave one family the chance to really rant in the face of anyone who will listen. Of course, it's a shock for them, but it's even more shocking to witness just how clueless they are.

We can only hope that this programme actually does some good and word gets around that things need to change in politics...

...I wouldn't hold your breath.