Take me Out (and give me a kicking)

I might well be a bit late to the party with this but I feel it's a civic duty to commit my thoughts about ITV's 'Take me Out' in print.  Future generations will thank me for it eventually.
For anyone unfamiliar with the format, it goes a little like this.  30 women are made to stand behind a podium whilst a man comes out of a tube and begs them to go out with him.  If they don't want to they push a button and their light goes out.  If there are any lights left after said man has finished demeaning himself, then he gets to whittle it down to just two ladies, and then asks each of them a searching question, something along the lines of  'I like cakes, but if you were a cake, what would you be'  You know the sort of thing, exactly the kind of question you'd ask a girl on a normal night out, and by normal night out i mean one in which you end up going home alone and spend three hours sobbing into your pillow.  Eventually he'll curse his bad luck that the woman he wanted at the outset turned off her light as soon as he turned around to face them, and randomly pick one of the remaining two on the remote chance there is a shag in it for him.  The winning lady is then ushered out to the front to join him, and they are both whisked away to a tropical island to debase themselves further for next weeks 'will they or wont they' reveal.
We've been here before though, and with much more charm than this.  Blind Date, for all it's faults seemed to genuinely care about matching people up.  It had a much kinder spirit about it than this.  It's almost as though Blind Date finished, developed a debilitating crack habit, hopped into bed with Dragons Den, and the resulting baby flounced on screen as the Milleniums clarion call to the single and hopeless.  None of this is helped in the slightest by the compere Paddy McGuiness, a man who if he were any more wooden he'd be a fire risk.  He tries the usual gameshow schtick of using a catchphrase but unfortunately the one he's chosen to use 'No likey, no lighty'  has all the charm and sophistication of a boiled egg wearing cheap polyester trousers.  He's not unlikeable, just unsuitable.  This programme is crying out for a female host.  Obviously nothing as classy as Hollie Willoughby but more along the lines of Kerry Katona, who could give the whole cheap affair a final coat of varnish.
All of which is not to say that the programme is not entertaining on any level.  On the contrary, my inner elitist loves the programme to bits.  That though is the inherent flaw in the programme.  In an ideal world we would be rooting for them to make their date work.  This being 21st century Britain though, we are instead culturally obligated to watch them crash and burn, and enjoy watching it happen.