Big Brother ruins lives - it's certainly ruined mine.
There we were, teas at the ready, settling back into bed to watch Everybody Loves Raymond at 7.30, when in it's place comes the bloody Big Brother launch show.
I like to wake up to gentle comedy, not shouting and definitely not Davina McCall. Isn't she a bit old to be doing this now? I despise her.
Anyhoo, we watched a bit of it. I must confess though, that while I'm not a fan and have not seen a series of BB since year two, I do always watch the first show to see who goes in and then leave it at that. I don't care who wins, etc.
What I find interesting is that each year the producers say they've found a different bunch of people to the ones they had last year, after last year's series gets the inevitable mauling, when of course they are exactly the same hateful wannabes, ghastly show-offs and small town misfits they've always been. The only difference this year is that one of the contestants is blind.
Will it be a hit? Who knows. Heat magazine would die without it and after last year's debacle where a paucity of BB covers spoke volumes, everyone needs it to be a success.
Anyway, that's it on the subject from me. Probably.
