before we start, yes, i am ashamed of myself for watching the 'big brother' show, even if it is only the first episode. and i DO have a good excuse for watching it, honestly.
anyway it looks like it could be funny this time because it looks like we have got a traveller/squatter, punky/tekno female crust with pink hair and a lip ring, she walked into the house, put her bags down and straight away laid into the drinks.
and she is now, as i write this, loudly laying into every other woman in the house for being "dolly bird type women with your-(hand makes mask motion over her face)-make up and stuff, and I'm just me, just what you see" (this was followed by a triumphal wave of her wine glass in a big victory wave as she swung round in her chair).
well, a punky type female of 'left leanings' (shall we say) and conscious of her feminine side will be as welcome as a bowl of pork soup at Ramadan by the time the weekend is out probably, seeing as all the others with the exception of a couple of old dears are all prospective 'nuts' models in waiting.
this should get fun, as our pink haired 'individual' (with the correct regulation roll up's) becomes exasperated with the girls hogging the bathrooms/toilets in the mornings while slapping on their days make up for the 'hidden' camera's, and all this while our 'individual' is gagging for her morning piss! (and wishing she had been allowed to bring her 'bog' spade for that good spot behind the bush in the corner of the garden), i cant see her putting up with that for long.
but, the only way to find out if i will be right is if you follow the show, and that's if you enjoy that sort of creepy, perverted, lonely, sad, weird, nosey voyeuristic kind of shit that trades under the name of 'reality television'. personally i don't like those shows so don't expect another word about 'big fucking brother' from zero hour.
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