Tag Archive: Big Brother

  • London Fancy Dress Week: Destroyed by Big Brother

    Oh, nice one Lisa

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    It’s always met with a warm glow of reflective joy whenever we’re joined by a new recruit, and today we hear from Lora – a magnificent fashion expert with an eye for the absurd. She had this to report about proceedings so far from inside London Fancy Dress Week

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    Yeah, sure, it’s London Fashion Week. Excuse my lack of enthusiasm but I’ve worked in fashion for eighteen years, and it’s also a FACT that nonchalance is so in right now.

    London Fancy Dress Week is the time of the year where we all get to moan about how busy we are and how much of an inconvenience it is to be alive. If you have to talk to anyone this week you must start each response (regardless of subject matter ) with “Darling/hun I would love to, but it’s fashion week and I’m slammed/nutz/crazed.” In fact, just using that one letter, Z (pronounced “Zed”), will really give gravitas to your desperate situation, and nobody will dare ask you for a thing.

    Use like this: “Doctor Zimmerman I’d love to take a deep breath before you enter that cold specula, but my uterus is so crazzzzzed right now, what with it being, ya know,London Fashion Week.”

    On to dress code – Coco Chanel used to say that you should take off the last thing you put on, but don’t listen to that old crock. Simply cover yourself in glue and ram raid Claire’s Accessories in Lakeside. More is the new Less, which was formerly the new More.  If that makes sense. Think earrings, glasses, tribal jewellery and around five belts. Now, look into the nearest mirror. Yeah, like what you see? Oh, check you out! Good work you! Now you are officially ready for Fashion Week.

    So far the only thing I have to report is that Lisa from Big Brother walked the Vivienne Westwood Red Label runway, and, frankly, you could have knocked us all down with a Lagerfeld feather, because Lisa had the audacity to SMILE on the catwalk.  Bloody amateur. Fashion Week Monday was completely ruined. What a cow.

    More to come…

  • Big Brother 10: The gripping finale!

    Is this your winner?

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    The sun is setting on the Big Brother house, and come the weekend, the fourth best series of the lot will be coming to an end. For anyone remotely interested, we like the first two best, then the one that Nadia – a lady/man – won (series five?). And then this one. It’s had it all – villains, sexual tomfoolery, almighty bust ups, the Freddie/Bea axis of tension. Brilliant. And now, with only five left, we see their departures going somewhere in this order…

    David will definitely be the first one out. How he has survived is something of a mystery – when he insisted on barking “nanu-nanu!” roughly every ten seconds during the alien task, we seriously considered breaking into the Big Brother house and bricking him to death dressed as Mork from Mork and Mindy, ourselves shouting “nanu-nanu!” so that those would be the last words that ever filtered through his thick skull and into his empty brain. He is somewhat reminiscent of Tom Hanks in Big.

    Charlie should be the next out, which will come as a shock, as he secretly believes that he might just win the show. In years gone by, he probably would have. After all, he’s got the lot – a cheerful personality, moments of tenderness, a certain gayness, a will they/won’t they love story, and a mother in a coma. Unfortunately, since the X Factor went overkill on the tragedy card, reality television audiences have grown sterner than De Niro with a headache, so he’ll be bundled out second, but he will get a few cheers from the baying mob.

    The odds will tell you that Rodrigo will get the chop third, but a sad hunch suggests that the Interestment favourite, Siavash, will be the next to make awkward conversation with Davina. Rodrigo has proved to be a rather strange mix of cheerful and tetchy. One minute cackling in the pool, the next pointing fingers into people’s faces saying “shut urp” over and over again. His Brokeback Mountain storyline with Charlie suggests that he might just turn up to the empty house in years to come, asking a non-plussed security guard if a shaven Geordie has been through these parts recently. Expect to see them not-really-fishing in the near future. Siavash, meanwhile, has had one heck of a journey in the house, and has managed to retain most of his dignity despite being hideously dumped by Noirin when her ex-boyfriend bound in to tell her that – rather worryingly –  “daddy’s back”, and having spent his final week dressed as a gymnast in a makeshift tuxedo. On the downside, after offending Marcus, and losing Freddie, he became rather too peripheral in the house, so his worth dropped considerably. A worthy contender, our favourite, but he won’t win.

    Sophie, however, probably will. On entering the house, roughly three minutes after her breasts, she didn’t look to have a hope, and the short-lived love affair with the awful Kris smacked of a spread in OK!. But she has done well to completely neglect her glamour girl looks, pile on a few pounds, lose her hair extensions, and thus humanise herself in the eyes of the bitchy voting public. Dumping Kris was another good move, overtly farting has also served her well, hence while she started the show looking for all the world like an awful wannabe-WAG, she will leave as a cheerful girl-next-door type. Our only real beef was her horrendous display of stereotypical ditziness in the geography task. A worthy-ish winner.

  • Big Brother 10: Third best series so far!

    It actually will be missed

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    There’s been a lot of scorn poured on the Big Brother house in the last few weeks, which has now culminated in the show getting axed from Channel 4!… at the end of next summer. This could no doubt result in an eggy-faced situation if the final installment suddenly sets phone lines alight again. But the likelihood is that the show could go in one of three directions – either the Sky One/Bravo/Channel Five route, scooping up will-be-WAGs who would otherwise be enjoying a Gaffney/Bowers sandwich in Movida and getting them to share a house with randy telesales operatives. The higher brow More 4 route, reverting back to the edgy psychological study of human behaviour that it once promised to be. Or it will disappear for good. Whatever the outcome, it’s been a great show, this series in particular. The rumbling from the Channel 4 offices is that certain members of the workforce don’t think that the show is cool enough anymore, and, frankly, that’s one of the reasons why it has worked so well this time around. Instead of assembling a house crammed with the noisiest people on a night out, or those most likely to become famous, we’ve enjoyed a mix of introverts, weirdos, and squares. The only truly disappointing moments have been when these characters have resorted to Big Brother stereotypes – like when Sophie couldn’t find Britain on a map, which wasn’t sweet and cutesy, but felt contrived and frustrating. Or the presence of Kris, who would probably have peacocked his way into any of the last five or six series’. But the rest of the inmates have been intriguing – some surprising and well balanced, some flawed, and some who you could actually envisage in real life. As a study of human interaction and behaviour, it is the best series since the first two. And we’re not just saying that to create some kind of ironic bandwagon.

    This Friday, keep Siavash IN!

  • Big Brother 10: Marcus takes on ‘vash!

    Finally, the clash of the titans

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    It was always going to happen eventually – two big names, one big vote. And now the only two men in the house who don’t actively pluck their pubes will be vying for public love. In one corner, Marcus – a man who has come a long way in the last few weeks, and now seems almost comfortable communicating with people outside of internet chatrooms. If this socialisation process were to continue, he might yet rid himself of the hillbilly haircut. Time will tell. And in the other corner is Siavash. Mighty Siavash. Yesterday kitted out in lizard camouflage. His obsession with nominations finally got to the rest of the house, Charlie in particular, and Siavash’s handling of the situation was pretty admirable. Amidst a tirade of abuse, he stood strong and calm, like a deaf giant at a heavy rock concert. Good for him. The odds would suggest that Marcus is off on Friday, but an uncomfortable hunch suggests that we could be bidding a very tearful farewell to our Iranian Dave Lee Travis.

    Elsewhere in the house, Sophie further endorsed the importance of satellite navigation systems by failing to identify England on a map of the world. David should really receive a lifetime ban from libraries, churches, and snooker matches. And Rodrigo now just wanders the house pointing randomly at people and telling them to shut up. Or, in Brazilian, “shut urp.”

  • Big Brother 10: Massive barny news!

    On borrowed time?

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    As Siavash lay in a pretend rabbit hutch slowly munching through carrots, dressed like a vagrant Geisha girl, things were kicking off inches away in the communal area. The cause of the row appeared to be Freddie‘s hysterical glee that arch-rival Lisa might finally be getting her comeuppance. And not a moment too soon. Channeling the spirit of an extremely grumpy lesbian, she has done little more than slump at the bus stop awaiting transport out of the house that never looked like turning up. That particular wait should come to a very welcomed end this Friday. Her conversations with David have been the listening equivalent of watching two monkeys curiously poking at a mirror attempting to decipher their reflections. Brainiacs, they are not.

    David, sadly, further proved this when explaining to Bea that he didn’t want to blow their disagreements “out of precaution”. Either he was clumsily attempting to quash their long term row, or he was making a sudden change of subject, and honestly trying to tell her that he’d run out of condoms. But we doubt that.

    Elsewhere in the house, Hira spent six hours attempting to smash a cake with her face, Marcus explained his unbelievable outburst in which he called David a “fat cunt” by insisting that where he comes from, they say things like that “every four words”. In which case, his days as a popular window fitter could be drawing to a very sudden close. And Charlie has seemingly run out of things to say.

    We still want Siavash to win it.

  • Big Brother 10: Oh dear, a talent contest

    The most entertaining housemate? Really?

    Hira

    After a couple of weeks of thinking that David – the big gay Frankenstein’s Monster from Yorkshire – might be slightly brain damaged, it was finally confirmed yesterday when he judged Hira to be the Most Entertaining Housemate. It was a move akin to naming Jordan the World’s Greatest Perfumer. Hira, beyond her Mad Lizzy exercise routines, has done nothing. On an even more worrying note, David appears to be limbering up for a battle with the Bea, Marcus, Freddie triangle of doom, after rumours got out that he’s been spotted wandering mouth first around the fridge when no one’s looking. Food theft is a dangerous game, and – rather deliciously – it could make him toast as early as the coming Friday. He also has a massive crush on Rodrigo, which is a worry for the little Brazilian. Might there be a Lennie, Of Mice and Men moment in the pipeline?

    David aside, much is still going on in the house. Bea has taken to dressing up as a jumble sale, Freddie promised to express himself in a “wonderful way” during his talent contest solo, and he may have ejaculated mid-song by the looks of things. He might also have confused the word wonderful with really really appalling. His “shoobie-do-waps” were almost enough to induce a nationwide stately home bricking spree. Sophie has no future in the rap game. And Marcus, it seems, cannot have both his mouth and his eyes open at the same time. It’s either one or the other.

    Siavash, still, is our number one.

  • Big Brother 10: Sulking and sexiness

    Oh, and this guy left…

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    After just over a week of prowling the house in t-shirts made for men half his size, wearing trainers and a hat in bed, and eating breakfast like it was a workout, his muscles taut and angry, veins throbbing as he spooned economy cornflakes into his tight, muscular mouth, Tom has left the building. He cited being bored as his reason for flouncing out in the middle of the night, but we have a hunch that once he realised that Noirin had accepted the hairy Iranian lips, he was no longer needed. His parting shots involved telling a confused Rodrigo that he’d win the show, and upsetting bosomy Sophie by alluding to her boyfriend Kris being a prat. Something we’ve known for weeks, thanks Tom. He won’t really be missed.

    Elsewhere in the house, Marcus has been floating angrily in the pool, unable to compute that women don’t really find him very attractive. It might be the stupid redneck hair, it might be the Tony Montana tatt on his leg, or it might be that his erosion technique of wooing doesn’t work outside of Brentford. Persistence quite possibly pays off in some outer regions of West London, especially when you’re a sexy window fitter with tatts, but in the Big Brother house where everyone is so super-attractive that you could be watching Hollyoaks, he looks like a gargoyle at a Barbie and Ken party.

    Lisa, meanwhile, has come to resemble David Beckham through the eyes of a very disturbing acid trip, Hira no longer bothers saying anything whatsoever – which is lucky, as her voice sounds like a gorilla playing a Moog – and Bea might yet stand for biiiitch, as she has taken to being a little bit slaggy-offy.

    Siavash, as ever, is our number one.

  • Big Brother 10: Jail Break and sexiness

    Bad news, one of these men has vanished…

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    Without wanting to spoil the surprise, let’s just say that the most enormous pillock in Big Brother history has probably been spared an evening of jeering, and a very tense Davina McCall interview. Oh, sod this, we’re no good at secrets – Kenneth has climbed the walls and left the house, and Marcus, bloody Marcus, helped him do it. Nice one Marcus.

    Without any shadow of a doubt, Kenneth has been one of the foulest contestants ever. One that we could only watch through the gaps between our fingers, muttering in disbelief. Every single time he opened his mouth, something foul came out, like an appalling comment about what he likes to do to his girlfriend, or a small monologue about how people think he’s amazing. It was the Big Brother viewing equivalent of someone repeatedly calling you over, saying they’ve got something to show you, then opening a box which is full to the brim with things they scooped up from inside festival toilets. Every time you go back, hoping that it’s not the putrid gunk again, but sure enough, there it is, the fly-ridden raver poo. That’s what it was like listening to Kenneth, just one long stream of oozing revoltingness. A hunch suggests that he knew his time was up.

    Elsewhere in the house, Lisa has almost completely morphed into a mumbling old bag lady, sitting at a bus stop, looking for the worst in people. Watching her yap away to cute little Sophie is a bit like watching a Yorkshire Terrier attempting to communicate with a Barbie. She does seem to have a friend in David though – he’s the fourth most popular gay guy in the house. The one with the tatts and the appallingly bad hair don’t. The one who isn’t Charlie or Rodrigo, who appear to be working themselves up to the most over-the-top on-screen frenzied angry-sex imaginable. Rodrigo crosses his legs every time he rants about his sexy northern nemesis.

    In other sex news, Bea and Freddie are in the process of setting up a little Wicker Man cult, and would surely produce a small litter of chanting Christopher Lee’s were they ever to mate, which seems worryingly inevitable. While an enormous curve ball has been thrown in the shape of a Siavash/Noirin romance. It’s bolted from nowhere, like if Tom suddenly burst into the toilet while Rodrigo was silently combing his hair, and make no mistake, she’s a very beautiful girl, and he’s our number one, a beautiful man. But another one of those hunches suggests that we won’t see Noirin’s head engulfed in a gentleman’s mighty beard any time soon.

    And, in completely non-sexy information, the final word must really go to terrorists from Pakistan, who have really annoyed Hira over the years. She wants to know: “what are you doing?”.

    You go, Hira!

  • Big Brother 10: Arrggh, new people!

    We don’t like change

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    Honestly, who needs new people? They’re never as good as the old people – the ones you’re used to. Hence why no one ever smiles when they introduce friends to their step mother, and why Ronnie Wood will never quite be a Rolling Stone in the Keith Richards/Mick Jagger sense. And yet, year after year Big Brother throws in strange new faces to keep everyone on their toes, but no one ever likes these weirdos, and you probably couldn’t name a likable BB newbie from series’ gone by.

    This time around, Karly’s boyfriend Kenny makes up one fifth of the new contingent, and he appears completely unaware that a. He’s being filmed, and b. Everyone already knows his girlfriend. It surely won’t be long before he’s enduring footage of an enthusiastic tongue kiss with Lisa during a very awkward Davina interview. He spent three grand on a pair of shoes.

    The new girls are Bea from Bristol, who takes a lot of risks when she goes out – such as barefoot dancing, sexual experimentation, and pronouncing the word fabulous “fab-you-low-ssss”. She’s just that kind of chick, mental. The other girl is called Hira, and, conveniently, we can’t hear her. She’s like a mouse.

    And so to the final two pieces of this very new and unappealing jigsaw. David and Tom. David is a gay gentleman from Yorkshire. To repeat, he’s a gay gentleman from Yorkshire. That’s right. Gay. From Yorkshire. Take that Geoff Boycott. David is a gay. And he’s from Yorkshire. He’s like a Monty Python sketch in human form. He’s like Geoff Capes wearing lingerie at a strong man contest. He’s gay, and he’s from Yorkshire. It’s a bit like being humble and Italian.

    Whilst Tom walked into the house and immediately removed his top so that everyone could marvel for a second at the state of his torso and solid man bosoms. You could imagine him as a guest on Trisha, explaining how he used to be bullied as a kid, so he hit the gym, beefed up, and now he’s just silently despised by pretty much everyone – possibly his own family, and definitely by men like Marcus. He drinks fluids through one of those sporty beakers with the plastic nipple thing, and the countdown to his inevitable kiss with Noirin has begun.

    Marcus is planning on messing him up, which might prove to be a terrible move as Tom casually tosses him around the house dismantling him like a gorilla disemboweling a cat.

    Of the old lot, Siavash is still the big Interestment favourite.

  • Big Brother 10: Revolution!

    Come on guys, anarchy yeah…

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    The thing about revolution is that it’s really hard work, it takes lots of planning, and lives will be lost. Witnessed at its height, revolution can be beautiful, almost like violent human ballet. Unfortunately, the recent Big Brother revolution lacked any semblance of unity, and if you’re going to make a stand against Big Brother, it should take a little bit more than Big Brother saying “housemates, stop making a stand” to dismantle the whole operation. Still, props should go to Siavash for almost making it onto the house roof before remembering that he was terrified of heights – that’s dedication.

    Elsewhere in the house, Rodrigo is slowly deflating, and will surely end the series self harming and muttering about respect. He was so bubbly when it all started, but our hunch is that he’s so in love with Charlie that it’s ripping him apart. A bit like in Brokeback Mountain, but less cowboyish. Karly – almost certain to go tonight – has been disco dancing in one of those up-the-bum leotards, as Marcus peered on from underneath a blanket. Creepy stuff.

  • Big Brother 10: Git Karly Oot!

    Somebody’s days are numbered…

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    It’s been a sobering week for the animals in the Big Brother zoo, as Kris – the preening chimp – was thrown to the wolves, leaving his pack of strange and exotic creatures to lick their wounds, and circle the other pride with suspicion in their eyes and the taste of fresh blood on their fangs. Lisa, part-vulture part-parrot, has reacted very badly, as she attempts to reign in her small flock – including Charlie the talking otter, Sophie the flamingo with tits, and Karly the disgruntled labrador. They have all been wandering the grounds together in very close proximity, always with one eye out for Noirin the angry rabbit, Marcus the horny mule, and Freddie the son of a wealthy owl. Neither of these groups get along, and were it not for Rodrigo the gay terrapin keeping the peace and telling all of the creatures that they should just relax and play games together, they might already have torn one another to shreds with their rabid animal mouths.

    Siavash is, of course, the lion. Still our favourite.

    In other house news, Marcus has adopted the age-old corrosion technique to make a beautiful woman fall for him, as he tries to pester his way into Noirin‘s tiny underpants. While Karly should be enduring the awkward Davina interview this Friday, having done little more than swear like a trooper, and constantly look like she’s just popped a cola bottle into her mouth, only to find that it was a bizarrely shaped dollop of Lisa droppings.

    Goodbye Karly.

  • Showbusiness: Lipstick, old women, bisexuals

    One of these is a bisexual gentleman…

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    If you’ve managed even a few moments of this year’s excellent edition of Big Brother, you might have noticed that The Bisexual Club is growing faster than the ever-expanding oozing death machine in The Blob. Kids on Facebook have twigged that double-gender sex can at least double the friends list, while all the latest pop stars and actresses like to remind the world as often as possible that their sexual desires are so complex and far out that you may as well just call them bisexual and be done with it. It’s wild, and showbusiness offices all over the capital have come to resemble Turkish steam rooms, after hard day after hard day of breaking bisexuality news. The latest of which concerns Duncan from Blue, a pouting ice dancer who thought that he needed to come out and tell the world that he sometimes does it with men. It was a move akin to OJ Simpson saying that he might have once killed a woman. Duncan went on to explain that he still likes breasts, so girls are in with a crack too. One celebrity journalist in particular appeared to think that this was big news.

    In other magnificent showbusiness news, Demi Moore (below with Cameron Diaz) has left swathes of highly paid reporters agog by wearing a bikini on holiday and not looking totally disgusting, even though she’s like 60 or something. And Cheryl Cole has completely humiliated herself by accidentally getting a smudge of lipstick on her teeth. Triple cringe!

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  • Slumming It: Helen Adams

    You know – Helen Adams…

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    With all of the reality television shows hitting screens every year, Fame Mountain has become overcrowded – so much so, that numerous celebrities have been forced to mingle in amongst the little people, with only a set of enormous sunglasses and caps pulled right down at the front marking them out as REALLY FAMOUS. We just love it when we spot these people. Absolutely love it.

    Just last week, friend of the site Spencer was enjoying a quiet drink in a lovely Bristol pub, when he was left utterly bewildered by the arrival of Helen Adams. You know – the girl who lost out to the Irish gay man on Big Brother 1962. “I couldn’t stop staring at her,” he confessed, “even the beautiful view overlooking Clifton Suspension Bridge couldn’t divert my, nor my mother’s, gaze.”

    Well done Spencer, you win the latest Interestment Mix Tape, which features excellent summer music.

  • Showbusiness: Ageing Update and WAG

    Somehow this woman is still attractive…

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    Of course, the last couple of weeks have been rocked by Michael Jackson suddenly clutching his chest and bidding a final whimper, which was such a surprise that certain circles seem to be questioning whether the whole thing is real or not. Pretty soon, all funerals will surely feature an open coffin and sticks lined up so that the mourning families can poke the corpse first, just to make double sure. It’s been a strange time. But one that hasn’t affected Elle McPherson, by the looks of things, as she shocked one showbusiness reporter in particular by turning up at a sexy car launch looking like she hadn’t a care in the world, as she sashayed around in a saucy gold number. She’s gorgeous, notes the journalist, and yet she’s 46 years old – doesn’t that make her an old woman? Apparently, in this day and age, not.

    Elsewhere in the shiny world of beautiful celebrities, the footballer Jermain Defoe has been warming his midnight onions on the soft thighs of Imogen Thomas (below with Aisleyne) – you know, the Welsh girl off Big Brother.  The pair strode down the road clutching hands like young lovers do, which has left one celebrity journalist in particular convinced that this might be the real deal.

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  • Big Brother 10: Fashion, romance, and Kris

    Still our number one!

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    A person’s outfit can say so much, and the Big Brother inmates are beginning to hold a magnifying glass up to the inner workings of their minds with some very curious fashion decisions. Charlie – a man who failed to stay silent for an entire minute – has taken to dressing like Sean Penn playing the part of Andrew Ridgeley in a Wham! biopic. Sophie – the glamour girl who speaks from her nose – appears to have completely given up, and looks homeless. While Freddie the posho is never without a coat and hat, which suggests that he is ready to leave at any given moment.

    Karly is obviously comfortable with her place in the house, as she refuses to dress beyond a minute set of underpants, while Siavash – still the Interestment favourite – appears to be spearheading a toga revival. Good for him, good for him.

    Elsewhere on the inside, Marcus has failed in his bid to create the most revoltingly mismatched couple since Julia Roberts married that country and western singer who had a face like a cheese and onion crisp, and Kris is all set to meet Davina on Friday, having spent the last few weeks telling Freddie to shut up every time he so much as coughed.

    Goodbye Kris.

  • Big Brother 10: Rows, bullies, telepathy

    Is this the most Scottish woman ever?

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    Week something in the Big Brother house, and Karly is the mastermind behind a new game called Vowel Bingo. All you need to do is put a mix of the recognised vowels (a, e, i, o, u) randomly into a square grid, then whenever she uses one of them, you blot it out until someone wins a pre-prepared chocolate cake prize. The catch is that she rarely uses the correct vowel with the right word. It’s a hilarious game. Or, as Karly would put it, “hoolayreoose”.

    Elsewhere in the house, Kris is painting a very bad picture of himself by repeatedly telling Freddie to shut up whenever he tries to speak – a technique that seems to be rubbing off on a few lesser members of the commune. And Freddie himself has turned his hand to a spot of mind-reading. Through his secret power, he already knows everyone’s strategy for winning the extremely simple popularity contest, and he is fully aware of everything that’s being said behind his back. Weirdly, regardless of the public hatred of sorcerers, he looks set to survive another week, meaning that Sree will be enduring tonight’s awkward Davina interview.

    In other news, we were extremely relieved that Marcus chose not to go for a legs-akimbo Noirin in the painting task, and Siavash is still our number one.

  • Big Brother 10: Sexy love affairs, and facepaints

    Big Brother, please stop cock-blocking this man!

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    Poor Marcus. Big hairy Marcus. Marcus with the most astonishing mullet ever broadcast. Marcus with a series of very bad tattoos. Marcus who stands alone sometimes, with shower water cascading down his soft body, scrubbing himself feverishly with whatever kitchen product happened to be nearest the sink. Marcus who makes strange, almost pointless, presents from bits of scrap metal. That Marcus. The Marcus who could have any woman he wanted were he not cock-punched by authority every time they were about to fall for him. It probably happens all the time to gorgeous, yet cursed, people like Marcus. Oh how Lady Luck gives with one hand and karate chops your balls with the other!

    Just yesterday, Noirin was about to fall in love with him, then Big Brother called him to the diary room. In those few moments, she managed to pull herself together. “Don’t fall for him Noirin,” she told herself, “he’ll only break your heart, just don’t fall for him.” It says a lot about the mental strength of the Irish stunner that she can resist. Has she been hurt before? Have you Noirin?

    Elsewhere in the house, Sigourney Weaver from Alien 3 has been drafted in to replace Lisa, Rodrigo came very close to drowning in the bath, and Kris made everyone feel awkward by describing how he likes to pick up girls by performing a series of hilarious exercise routines. When no one laughed, he decided that he might dump Sophie.

    On a very worrying note, Freddie thought it wise to explain that he sometimes goes to nightclubs to paint people’s faces in exchange for beer. He once painted fifteen Chinese people in about seven minutes, he laughed. A hunch suggests that fifteen very unhappy Chinese people left a club early that night.

    The Interestment favourite is still Siavash.

  • Big Brother 10: Strange hairy man, Gollum, SEX

    The new Posh and Becks?

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    If you spend enough time with people, you’ll notice that they begin to develop some very curious behavioural patterns. That’s because human beings do funny things when they know they’re being watched. Just flick through a random bundle of photographs, and you’ll notice that you pull weird faces whenever someone points a camera at you. If that camera keeps going, like the ones in the Big Brother house do, your bizarre actions will increase multifold.

    Now week three or four, Angel has really come into her own as a Gollum-type character, dressed as a London bicycle courier. She wanders the house, either casually telling perfectly thin people that they are grotesquely fat, or when she’s not doing that, she appears to be flirting with Freddie. Freddie, incidentally, who believes that in the real world, the pair would have definitely mated by now. Should they ever procreate, there’s a good chance that the offspring would be actual rats. Posh Russian rats. But rats nonetheless. It would be a bit like Rosemary’s Baby.

    Elsewhere in the house, Sree has transformed himself into Russ Abbott’s Scotsman, while Marcus has forgotten the cameras completely during shower time, where he can be found sanitising himself using kitchen equipment. Yesterday he used a scouring pad to scrub muck from his upper body, pretty soon, it’ll be Cillit Bang for genitals, Fairy for underarms. The trauma of having to cut a rabbit’s penis off during the Henry VIII task could be responsible for these acts of bathroom self-harm.

    All the while, Kris and Charlie have been singing a medley of chart hits, Karly has been wandering from mirror to mirror wearing just underpants and a bra, and Lisa has been telling all who will listen that the key to success in this world is to never change, and just be yourself. Ironically, by following her own advice, she has no chance of winning the show.

    Tonight it’s Freddie versus Angel. Angel looks to be toast.

    The Interestment favourite continues to be Siavash.

  • Slumming It: David and Carrie Grant

    You know, from Fame Academy

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    Thanks to reality television programmes, we now have more celebrities in our lives than ever before. Think about it – a year ago would you feel the same sexy stirrings about Susan Boyle? When he was just another angel-voiced Scottish guy trawling the pub circuit? No you wouldn’t. And would you have been strongly attracted to Angel from Big Brother? No, you’d have made unkind jokes about her looking a bit like Christian Bale in The Machinist. Yet, now, you’d crawl betwixt their silky bedsheets in a heart beat were they to lay there naked, beckoning you in. They are, after all, famous. And we love famous people.

    Talking of which, just the other day, friend of the site Emily got in touch with some excellent celebrity spots. “On the same glorious day I saw not just Fame Academy voice coaches Mr and Mrs Carrie and David Grant, but also Sir Trevor McDonald AND Vanessa Feltz sitting outside the Charlotte Street Hotel – Feltz was enjoying a white wine spritzer and some chilli nuts,” she told us, coincidentally enjoying a wine/soda combo of her own. Great spots Emily, the latest Interestment Mix Tape (featuring THIS) is yours.

    Send your spots to [email protected]

  • Big Brother 10: Style update and bisexuals

    Facepaint! Alcohol! Lasagna!

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    The Big Brother house really brings out the bisexual in a man. Just this week, Sree has turned his attentions from Noirin – the Irish girl who lives her life by the Ten Commandments, ignoring the “thou shalt not get thy breasts out for cider” one – and now he appears to be all over Charlie, the gay Geordie played by Sean Penn. Kris also seems content bathing with Charlie, and Siavash burst into tears like a wife being handed divorce papers at Christmas when Ciaron was ushered from the show. It’s strange. But not as strange as watching Marcus – the hairy one who struggles with non-chatroom-based communication – puckering up his left nipple so that Sree could get stuck in during a game of dare-dare-or-dare.

    On the fashion front, a few interesting moves are being made. Karly, who sounds like she might be Sir Alex Ferguson’s voice coach, has given up on trousers altogether, and now just slopes around the house in a pair of underpants and a top. Angel has modeled herself on one of London’s many bicycle couriers, and Sophie – the glamour girl who always sounds like you’ve walked in on her crying – has really let her hair go. It looks a bit like Russell Brand’s, only in negative.

    Elsewhere in the house, Sree appears to think that Big Brother might have a quiet word with people for him, and Freddie revealed that when he has parties at home, it’s all “facepaint, alcohol, lasagna!”

    Sounds brilliant.

  • Big Brother 10: Bad business, and thinness

    Does strange things with coat hangers…

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    It was just a few days ago that Angel was caught out in one of the most dreadful cider-for-bread deals ever screened, but just yesterday Noirin – the Irish one who managed a three hour hunger strike – almost topped it in a breasts-for-beer debacle, which so very nearly destroyed the onlooking Sree. As fate would have it, common sense prevailed, and she kept her boobs in their top, despite some rather persistent bartering from Marcus, who appears to be having a bit of trouble communicating with women outside of a chatroom. A hunch suggests that it won’t be long before he’s swapping beans-for-pubes with Angel or Lisa.

    Elsewhere in the house, Angel has been continuing to showcase her massive eating disorder, and appears to be morphing into Christian Bale in The Machinist. Her two most disturbing moments so far have included skinny dipping in the Big Brother pool, and smiling at Freddie as he embarked on a forty-five minute improvised jazz song. Any sane human being would have started with some jabs, then finished him off with a series of over-the-top rabbit punches and karate kicks.

    Siavash is still the Interestment favourite.

  • Anyone fancy reading about Big Brother lovers?

    Wow, quite a few of you, then…

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    For those of you still craving some more words, we have been writing bits and pieces for the grown up gossip site Hecklerspray. This week, we thought we’d talk a little bit about the romances seen in the Big Brother house over the last ten years – the Big Brother lovers. Including Saskia and Maxwell, Paul and Helen, Makosi and the little disco prat, and more. Read all about that here.

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  • Big Brother 10: Imaginary world update…

    This man lives in a BUBBLE!

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    Another few days have passed, and further into their own strange little worlds drift this year’s Big Brother contestants. Charlie – the one who looks like Sean Penn playing a gay politician – has already referred to his Charlie Bubble, which appears to be a spherical place where people can state the obvious and make it sound like modern philosophy. Only yesterday Charlie informed his captivated audience that he can only have sexual intercourse with another gentleman if he finds him “sexually attractive”. He then took four hours and fifteen minutes to teach Noirin that you should enjoy everything in moderation, before blowing everyone away by explaining that to become truly drunk, a man should drink alcohol. That Charlie Bubble is a deep place. A deep deep place.

    Elsewhere in the house, Noirin doesn’t seem to realise that she accepted Sree’s marriage proposal a couple of nights ago, Angel is prowling the house, slowly dying, and catching butterflies. She’s a bit like a a Russian female version of Mr Miyagi. And Marcus thinks that butter is “fucking shit”.

    Nominations-wise, it’s Freddie versus Cairon this week, with the bookies convinced that the young rapper is toast. Shame really, because Freddie is an almighty pillock.

  • Big Brother 10: Steamy sex stuff and fighting!

    Is this man a GENIUS?

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    And yet again, Big Brother goes on to prove that if you put a group of human beings together for more than a week, they will either start bickering with each other or attempting to have sex during the middle of the afternoon. It’s a wonder any of us got through double maths without an STD or a busted kneecap.

    The sex storyline is hurtling along thanks to Kooks-a-like Kris and the in-house bosomy intellectual Sophie. Literally hours of their day are spent checking that no one is looking before darting their tongues together for a nanosecond of unadulterated sex action. He has vowed to Charlie – played by a young Sean Penn – that this girl is great, but she won’t be tearing him away from his beloved laddy mates any time soon. The very same laddy mates who, by the way, are finally enjoying a few nights out without their curly haired cohort ruining everyone’s fun by explaining in quite revolting detail how he likes to make love to a woman. Are they missing him? Are they?

    Elsewhere in the house Karly has been channeling the spirit of Sir Alex Ferguson, and Siavash has bravely decided not to visit the Big Brother sick bay, despite an off-camera accident where he clearly slammed his chin onto a needle by accident. Good for him. Brave boy – and our current favourite.

    Angel appears to be slowly dying as her skin becomes ever more pallid and loose, and she appears to be avoiding comparisons with Siavash by thoroughly shaving her face every morning – she was also victim of the worst piece of bread-for-cider business ever screened on television. All very embarrassing.

    Which takes us to Marcus – a soothsayer with an astonishing mullet. He appears to be in the middle of a very long live commentary on proceedings, perhaps hoping that should everyone tire of the Geordie bloke, he’ll get the job. His assessment of events has finally got to Lisa, the lesbian punk rocker with eighty piercings in her ear, and she flipped out. Marcus then spent the entire fight explaining to Lisa – presumably with confused viewers in mind – why she was reacting like she was, and how it must be something to do with the way she grew up. The man, it seems, is a mind reader. And as we already know, Big Brother voters bloody hate psychics. He could be toast.