Saw two shows with that daft Welsh hairdresser last time. Just had to stay tuned long enough to understand the concept and be appalled by it and her.
I’ll probably get sucked in a little when the shagging kicks off – surely the show can’t survive another season without it and all the associated drama. If the producers have got the wrong people this time, it’ll be curtains. I hope.
Is it sad that I quite enjoyed the last few of ‘Survivor’ ? - I’d have voted for the dotty shepardess Bridget given the chance.
Glad to see the bobby win. Would have liked the diminutive lawyer to win but once Susanna didn’t get it I was happy. She must have been sick as a parrot. Public vote of 11% and no jury member votes *points finger *Ha Ha.
Did anyone see TV Go Home, and the “Daily Mail” island sketch? 10 people isolated on an Island and their only means of knowledge of the outside world was the Daily Mail?
What on earth possessed the producers to select this bunch of lamingtons?!
At least the last couple of series have had people with some semblance of a personality (please - this is not a defence of these programmes either!). They are just all so
…m i n d t wa t t i n g l y d u l l…
Having said that I was sucked into 15 minutes of Sandy reading a magazine. Please don’t judge me too harshly.
Well that fucking stupid “bblb” with it’s exceedingly strangulation-inducingly annoying Davina MacTedium male equivalent replaced the much awaited Daisy Daisy pimp episode last night. Why? For half an hour of extreme tedium, including 15 minutes of watching a spoilt brat say goodbye to 11 people she barely knows.
As such, I have now officially declared war on Big Brother. kabbes is watching you.
Admit it, kabbes, your one-man crusade against popular culture will implode in guilty hypocrisy when there are only a few morons left in the house, and you then have to choose between being the only person excluded from conversation down t’pub, furtively recording the nightly episodes to watch while the kabbess is out, or just coming out and becoming a drooling fool like the rest of us.
Fortunately, my pub landlord is the least likely BB fan in the world.
Unfortunately my pub landlady is actually in EastEnders (she’s Tracy, and has run a flower stall for 17 years; she’s also sometimes behind the bar in the Vic). As such, if I don’t get one bit of popular culture I don’t like, I get another.
So I’ll be over there by the fire, talking to the old people about village gossip. Now that’s entertainment.
Village gossip (chewing a piece of straw): “Arrr, Sunita’s leaving the village; says she’s claustrophobic. And Alex hasn’t been pulling his weight in manglewurzels. That Jade’s an annoying bitch, but that old Lynne’s worse. Arrr.”
I was going to offer to bring you all millisecond-by-millisecond coverage of Big Brother, since it’s piped around my office 24/7, but now the World Cup has started and all TVs have sensibly been tuned to France v Senegal. And the BB inmates cab’t watch any of it. Ha.
