Tonight begins the UK`s annual Big Brother crapfest. With each passing year I wonder what has gone wrong with the people of this country, and the media who obsess over their every belch, swearword, and ex-boy/girlfriend.
I have no idea who won last year, or pretty much any other year, and in fact could probably only name a couple of contestants, including the “celebrities”. There`s the DIY chap who does 60 Minute Makeover – not “Handy Andy” – you know, the other one – and moody chops Preston from The Ordinary Boys. Short of that, these faceless nobs come from obscurity, have their weeks of fame, and then bugger off back into obscurity, whilst being plastered all over the tabloid toilet paper. Oh, and I almost forgot Jade – The People`s Princess – lambasted by the tabloids for racism and extolled as an angel due to her tragic death – by the same tabloids.
I wonder what amusing, crazy antics the “wild” and “wacky” housemates will get up to this year. I’m not sure what else they can do now to hook viewers short of on-screen murder, coprophilia, and fiddling expenses. I’ll be breaking the “4″ key on my remote control by repeatedly smashing it against my face.
