When I learned that Netflix is broadcasting a new series of shows called ‘At Home With The Furys‘ from 16th August, my heart sank. When I read the programme described as a ‘nine-part fly-on-the-wall reality series’, I knew it wasn’t for me, but the well-written and sympathetic Guardian preview dragged me in, at least to learn more about Tyson Fury and his family. I’m still not watching, not least because I have zero interest in any fly-on-the-wall reality shows, but because the preview told me all I needed to know.
As ever, a mental health story drew me in and Fury describes, openly, honestly and, yes, bravely, the dark places he has visited. Every word resonated with my own experiences – see how I made this blog all about me, again? – and, why? Because it came across as real. But it was something his wife, the best selling author Paris, said that I found most interesting.
Poor mental health doesn’t have to be for life, but for some of us, it is. I know that because mine has never gone away. I can’t say for sure that I will be stuck with it for the rest of my life, but I would say, as a non-betting man, I will be. So here’s what Mrs Fury said: “I don’t think mental health is ever cured, is it. It can’t be just solved and switched off and put in a cupboard. It’s got to be continued with.” Very simple, true, but absolutely spot on. I think she’d probably do a better job with someone’s mental health than everyone from the NHS I’ve had the misfortune to be seen by in the last half a century or so. I’m only half-joking with this.
I’ve read enough about Tyson, previously and in this article, to persuade me that there’s no point in watching the series. I find reality TV to be a particularly trashy form of voyeurism at the best of times. The Furys have done the show for the money and the money alone – there is no possible alternative explanation – and if you need the money that much and Netflix subscribers are happy to hand them their money, then who’s the fool? As we know, reality TV is no such thing.
