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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


An aside on the topic of Big Brother.

With only three weeks to go, and having been a religious viewer from the very start – diligently tuning in every night at 10pm to watch the previous day’s highlights, alongside watching it live in the days that I had E4 – it is quite surprising that it only struck me last night how irritating every last one of the house mates is.

Don’t get me wrong – last night’s episode, what with the stripping, the falling over, and the yelling at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, was one of the funniest things I have ever seen on television ever. But every time Tim came on the telly, my sister and I turned off the sound and instead sang happy songs over whatever worthless opinion he was spouting. Whenever Jade came on the screen, we both curled up into balls of embarrassment for the hapless child, and when she took her clothes off, we screamed in disgust at the other housemates for not stopping her. And then laughed for a very long time.

Alex shouting at himself in the bathroom mirror was glorious, an absolute gem of a “I do that too!” moment, and the mantra ‘Alcohol Is Not My Friend’ is my new email signature. But overall, I don’t think it would be possible to find 14 more self-righteous, over-inflated, egotistical, self-involved people outside of backstage at the Comedy Store on a Saturday night.

(It’s a slow day at work, alright?)

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