Our media has been completely jam packed this week with articles documenting the shock news of actors Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s sad but very public split.

It came to the world's attention a few days ago that the Hollywood power couple were set to divorce. Since then news reports have gone into meltdown with tales of affairs, trouble at home and now their children have been dragged into this sorry mess as the media speculate on stories surrounding their welfare.

It makes my heart sink to see how far we’ve fallen as a society that we need or crave these sensitive and very personal details about couples we've never met and really don't know anything about beyond their public work personas.

I know some people will argue they don't deserve a private life because of their jobs but I think that's utter nonsense. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have been nothing but utterly private and discreet when it comes to their lives off camera and never in my opinion court the press. Why shouldn't they be entitled to some sort of respect and privacy during what must be a horrific time in their lives? Sadly, this is just the way it is in 2016 thanks to social media, reality TV and public demand.

Yes, I know I myself am a product of a reality TV show but Pop Idol thirteen years ago is the equivalent of The Waltons or Little House On The Prairie compared to our modern day reality shows. Geordie Shore, Celebrity Big Brother and hundreds more that thankfully aren't on my radar, deliver every intimate detail of that so called celebrity's life straight to our living rooms with no holds barred. After you've seen them naked, or drunk or getting intimate with someone what's left to see? Where does it stop? We will always want more and more until reality TV turns into some sort of hunger games?

It was also so sad this week to see boxer Ricky Hatton in the Scottish press after he visited a pub in the city centre. He had been staying in Glasgow and had wandered into one of our most popular bars on Sunday evening. It was as clear as day that Ricky wasn't “feeling great” shall we say but got up to sing karaoke on stage and join in with the fun all the same and what was the first thing some people did? Reached for their camera phones and started filming the poor man singing and falling about the stage.

These videos were quickly posted online across various social media sites and picked up instantly by the press who pounced on the story that no doubt utterly humiliated the man. It popped up on my facebook news feed and I instantly felt sick.

There he was, up there dancing and singing like he was among friends and more importantly totally unaware that he was being filmed or certainly in no fit state to give proper consent to being on camera but that didn't seem to matter.

Again that's just the world we live in now. I don't know how many times I've been sitting eating lunch or dinner in a restaurant or public place and had people trying to secretly film or take pictures of me when I can quite clearly see what they are up to and for what reason?

We are utterly obsessed with celebrity although again when it comes to some of the TV shows I've mention above, I use that term very loosely, and thanks to the way our news is delivered and content of some of our TV shows we are trained to carve more and more from people in the public eye.

Let's stop for a minute and think how we’d feel in that position. Would we accept the intrusion, the speculation, the lies and the total lack of privacy this couple are experiencing? Or would you like someone you've never met before film you when you're at your most vulnerable and plaster it all over social media? I'm guessing the answer to all of this is no. Funny that. Let's hope they can resolve whatever they are going through, especially for their children's sake.

A huge congratulations to Andrew and Rebecca who are getting married on Saturday. I hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by your friends and family as you start the rest of your lives together. Here’s to the new Mr and Mrs Wilson xxx