Oh deary me..

I guess last year's Celebrity Big Brother was always going to be difficult to top.. Few who watched will be able to forget George Galloway, Pete Burns and Micheal Barrymore's antics in the big brother house.. However it really did feel like the show couldn't match it's own success when it relaunched last night..
We seem to be stretching the definition of the word Celebrity very far this year.. I mean at least Dirk Benedict, Leo Sayer and Jermaine Jackson we kinda recognised even if their hey-days were way behind them..
But Carole Malone? Danielle Lloyd? Donny Tourette?
(The crowd were bang on with their chants of "Who are ya? Who are ya?")
I'm glad Davina was there to remind me these people were famous, otherwise I might have mistakenly thought it was the summer already.
I'm sure once it gets going and the arguments start it'll all be good. (Russell already is back on form, Big Mouth really is the best vehicle for him on telly). However, until then, I'm sceptical.
Still anyone still playing celebdaq must have the opportunity to clean up this year!!

Oh, Brother

So the seventh series of Big Brother steamrollers it's way towards the final this Friday, and I for one will be glad to see the back of it this year. Which is a shame, as I usually enjoy the show (think what you want about it, I still find it a nice distraction between football seasons). However this time, the producers seem to have picked their winner in week two and the show has been heavy-handedly forcing the issue ever since.



Now even Pete seems sure of his "Divine Right" to win the show, even threatening to stall his belief in heaven (as in the afterlife, not the Gay Club) if he did not get the £100,000. Hmm.. Cough. "Wanker! Indeed.

At one point it seemed that he may be given a run for the money, by Gwynedd's finest export since.. well me (just kidding, I'm not that egotistical), Glyn. And it seemed that if you voted for him that it might not be a wasted vote. However, things in the final week have changed and with only 13% of the vote Glyn seems to be trailing behind the others. Boo. Still he has learnt "life skills" like how to boil an egg and make a sandwich, so it's not been a wasted 13 weeks for him



So, if you really don't want to see the man who's had the whole show tailor-made for him getting that £100,000, there seems to be only one viable voting alternative this week.. Aisleyene.



Yeah she may be the most annoying person to ever had the chance of winning the prize, with her Ali-G style "you better know yourself, innit" lingo and the constant blubbing over the smallest thing. But hell, at least her winning be a slap in the arse for the producers who have a lot to learn about subtlety when it comes to manipulating public opinion.

This is a call..

Television is a great thing these days, it can be just viewed passively or you can interact with it. You can press that red button, you can choose your camera angles, you can influence the direction of the debate on-screen, you can determine the fate of those in the show.

Now normally for me TV is a passive activity, and never more so than when I'm watching "Big Brother". This is despite the fact that it is now so far removed from being a "social experiment" that it has become pure pantomime.. (think about it: we cheer the hero, we boo the baddies, you can almost hear the crowd shouting "He's behind you!!" on any given eviction night).

This week, though, I'm going all interactive..

Why??

Because Richard must be evicted..



I wouldn't normally give a toss but this Moosefucker decided to declare war on Wales last night, by slagging Glyn, Imogen and the country that they (and, incidentally, I) hail from. The Canadian sausage jockey had a right go, so even though Lea and her Oilies ("The SWINES!") have irritated me for weeks, Richard must go. I mean what's so fucking great about Canada? Let's not forget they've still never publicly apologised for Celine Dion, and they're all jealous and secretly wish they were American. And they fuck Mooses.
So evict Richard right now (you know you want to)..

And here's how..

Text RICHARD to 84444
(Texts cost 50p, plus std msg rate)
Call 09011 32 33 12
(Calls cost 50p, mobile and other network rates may vary)
10p from every vote will go to charity


Go on, make my day - evict the Moosefucker!

Random

Feel quite chatty this morning, so I'll crack on with another post if it's all the same to you.  Read it.  Don't read it.  The choice is yours.  I'm not here to try and tell you what to do, man.  I ain't the boss of you.  I ain't the King of you.  It's your life, after all, and I'm not hear to tell you how to live your life.  After all, I believe the children are the future, teach them well and let them lead the way.  Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

But anyway..
Quite excited about what's downloading onto my 'puter via the wondrous power of broadband at the moment: The last two episodes of series two of Lost.  Series Finalé, baby!  Yeah!  Episodes twenty-three and twenty-four back-to-back.  How many answers are going to be revealed at the end of this series?  Less than anyone fucking expected, I imagine, but Lost really is about the journey more than it is about the destination.  I am hoping for an appearance of something truly odd in these closing episodes, though.  Either an appearance by the black smoke creature or another polar bear (not seen since series once) would be cool as it's been getting very serious lately.

And it's a bank holiday weekend - yay!
Just checked the five day forecast and it's grim I tell thee, so another British Tradition is upheld.  However it means that I may get into the shed  this weekend so that I can organise it.  So far only a few things have been randomly slung in there.  What is needed now is a sustained shed storage and re-organisation period.  Unless you're a man you probably find it difficult to grasp just how important shed organisation is, but trust me when I say it has to be considered a top priority.  The fact that there is evidence of poor organisation in the shed at the moment has kept me awake long into the night this week.  Therefore it must be sorted.  Soon as..

Finally, I fear I am beginning to grow weary of Big Brother already, which is a pity as I am just beginning to appreciate what a great presenter Russell Brand is on "Big Brother's Big Mouth".  It would appear that as soon as one of the spoilt brats that occupy that house don't get their own way, they simply stamp their foot and threaten to leave.  Nikki was doing it last night on the channel 4 show at the mere prospect of not getting her suitcase, and now I believe Dawn has asked to go now as well.  As I said before, great format but a poor contestant selection process.  I think this series could well be the death of Big Brother.

Anyway, keep checking back (or why not enable the RSS feed?) as I may post more drivel later, and that's just too exciting a prospect to miss now, isn't it?  Although the choice is yours.  I'm not here to try and tell you what to do, man, etc, etc..

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My head is absolutely everywhere except where it's supposed to be today and I'm finding it very difficult to stay focussed on anything longer than

So did you see that Shabaz has left the big brother house?  I've barely had the chance to comment on this show since it returned to Channel 4, things have been way too hectic, but already one of the housemates has left the show.  Blimey.  Well good riddance he was completely barnpot anyway and anyone who has been sponging off benefits for twenty one years shouldn't be glorified on national television anyway.  One of the greatest oversights as a result of how busy I've been is that I have yet to mention my new shed.  You see over the weekend I picked up my shed, and installed it in the garden (the garden now, as far as I'm concerned, is complete) and it's fabby.. I feel like I've joined a proper man's club now I have a shed to store tools and stuff in.  Sheds rock.  Just wish we'd had better weather to put it up with as for about the last week and half the weather has been absolutely awful hasn't it?  Torrential rain every pigging day, still at least it seems to be improving as I write this, so it might be nice for the weekend.  Not that I can plan anything for the weekend, hell I cannot even plan anything for tomorrow at the moment as who knows when this baby will arrive?  Anyway, that's my thoughts downloaded to the blog for now, thanks for listening

George Orwell has a lot to answer for..

So another series of Big Brother kicked off on Channel 4 last night. 
I cannot believe that this is the seventh series of the show.  I feel a certain affinity with the show as the first series started not long after I moved into my own house (blimey back in 2000) and seeing that I was temporarily too poor to do anything else apart from watch telly, I got drawn in.  Therefore, when it re-appears annually I am somewhat reminded that there's another year gone by where I haven't actually got round to decorating the master bedroom.  But anyway..

It did strike me last night, as I watched the latest collection of self-obsessed wannabes walk into the newly designed "inside-out" Big Brother house, that although I like the format of the show, I actually find most of the actual contestants hateful.  You see, rather like politicians, I think wanting to be on Big Brother should automatically exclude you from being considered as a housemate.  Instead Channel 4 and Endemol should be able to draft unsuspecting members of the public, and force them (possibly at gun point) to participate in the show.  It could be like the King's shilling: you'd finish your pint and notice that from the bottom of the glass, the "Big Brother" eye embossed onto a coin staring back at you and that meant you'd been "volunteered" for the show.  Or, failing that, you could be walking home one night when you're suddenly knocked unconscious and the next thing you know you wake up in the BB house.  Game on.  That way we really would get a diverse and representative collection of housemates as opposed to the vacant collection of walking stereotypes Channel 4 seems to pick each year.

But I, like everyone else, will continue to tune into the show as the voyeuristic appeal is hard to beat.  The petty fights, arguments, tension are compelling viewing and there's always the promise of little bit of nudity so we can all get our cheapies!  Who will win?  I don't care.  Will I vote?  Will I fuck.  I am already struggling to recall who won it last year as at least with Big Brother it really is the taking part, and not the winning, that matters.  But please, can we have another way of choosing housemates next year?  Cheers.