Money for nothing has become compulsive viewing. More out of horror than anything else. It's flipping hilarious. The presenter hangs around the local tip waiting to "save" some piece of junk from the landfill. She then takes it to one of her ...ahem!....upcyclers, who transform it into a piece of chud which we always wonder how we ever lived without. It is then sold on to the kind of emporium Harry Enfield used to run "We saw you coming" style, and then it is sold on again to the kind of person that used to frequent Mr Enfields house of shit. The profit made from paying the upcycler to selling to Mr Enfield is presented to the person they got the item off at the tip. We never get to see how much Mr Enfield sells it for. The mind boggles.
Everyone tear down your own little wall
That keeps you from being a part of it all
Because you've got to be one with the one and all
You've just got to be close to it all