Last night, I watched the launch night of Celebrity Big Brother. It was the first episode I saw and it will be the last. What a pile of excrement it was. As each of the primarily American ‘celebrities’ were unveiled, I turned to Claire to ask who they were, as I had never seen or heard of them. Some of the time my fiancée had heard of the z-lister, sometimes she was as oblivious as me.
One of the few fame-chasers I did recognise was the vile Katie Hopkins – the woman famous for spouting venom at everybody and anybody, while causing those who read about her petty vernal attacks to suffer severe bouts of fake outrage. If everyone just ignored Britain’s most hated female, her career would dry up and she would disappear. Those that get angry at what she writes and says are just fuelling her career and ego.
The other housemate I recognised was Keith Chegwin, who I remember from watching on The Big Breakfast as a child, and getting his clothes off on Channel 5. Compared to Hopkins and his fellow self-proclaimed celebrities, he appears to be the most respectable person in the house.
Everyone else was as close to being famous as me. I mean, if the man who played the on-screen son of David Hasselhoff, some 25 years ago on Baywatch, can be considered a superstar, why can’t I go on Celebrity Big Brother for writing this blog for almost 11 years?
Let’s just say, I won’t be watching anymore of the series – unless The Wealdstone Raider gets called up to take part.
The show for anyone not famous enough to get onto I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.
So far, 10 so-called celebrities have gone in. I’ve heard of 3 of them.
The bad news: Jim Davidson is one of them.
The good news: 1 hour and 10 minutes into the program, and I am yet to vomit blood.
Next into the Big Brother House: The decaying carcass of Jimmy Saville.
That’s the last time I watch Big Brother this 2008. Let’s hope the yanks test some nuclear weapons close to the house.
President Blairs may have only departed Downing Street a few hours ago, and his wife’s hairs may still be in the plughole of the bath, but it’s clear that all us Brits have forgotten about him already. According to BBC News, more people in the UK care that ex-Celebrity Big Brother contestants, Preston and Chantelle, have split up than the fact Blair has a new job – (ironically) as a peace keeper in Iraq.
Apparently I bare similarities and mannerism to Eugene from Big Brother 6. If I was to be likened to any of the previous Big Brother contestants, I would want it to be the legend that is Mr. Sully.
Now, unless the Big Brother house blows up, or there is a total overhaul of all this years’ contestants, I will not be mentioning the series at all on my blog. The entrants were simply ghastly. End.
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