So tonight we will watch another bunch of 'celebrities' enter the Big Brother house. Oh Joy.
Obviously I say that now but Iwill of course spend the next three weeks or so watching hours and hours of people that I really couldn't give a flying fuck about. This is the joy and the tragedy of Big Brother, pleb and sleb versions. We hate them and yet we cannot look away.
The truth is that the sleb version is easier to swallow, coming as it does in a much smaller dose. It also spans January, a month not known for its distractions, unless the sort of distractions you like are dark cold days and financial penury. So despite the fact that the list of housemates fills me with indifference, I know that I will welcome this pantomime of reality into my life with a certain degree of something approaching excitement. I am however sorely miffed that there will be no Starsky. Dirk Benedict is no substitute for the be-cardiganed one. Ken Russell could make for some menting good times though!
Bring it on!
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