Despite myself, I am already interested in the latest "reality TV" horror that is Celebrity Big Brother. Not hooked. Absolutely not. I could give it up any time ...
I was indifferent as the contestants were introduced one by one and descended into metaphoric hell.
Jermaine Jackson: not as big a name as his kid brother. Not quite sure how they persuaded him to go on the show.
Danielle LLoyd: 'nuff siad
Carole Malone: abhorrent attention-seeker, sold out in the name of more fame
Jo O'Meara: some interest here - on a musical and lecherous level; she was, after all, the one who could sing
Ken Russell: what the ...? Doing a Michel Winner, I suppose. Surely, he doesn't need publicity?
Shilpa Shetty: really disappointed by her vanity and self-centred image of the show
.. and then came Leo Sayer. Oh no! Now I'm going to have to watch it. He's gotta win, surely?
Donny Tourette: presumably someone at Endemol thought they were being really humorous here
Cleo Rocos: pleasantly surprised by how polite and put-together this icon was
Ian Watkins: who? Oh, yes. Greeted Jo like old mates - which I presume they were. Soul mates there, then
Dirk Benedict: no way! This guy really impresses me. He is so laid back, and doesn't appear to take stuff too seriously. Maybe Leo has a rival ...
So ... this wasn't supposed to be a run-down. I was going to rant about how pointless the whole charade is .. but it's too late. I'll no doubt moan about how much of my life I wasted watching it when it's all over ...
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