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Big Brother: get over it, Mario!

Pretty people are often not very pretty inside. It’s sad but true.

I adore Mario, I do. He’s so gorgeous and he has a lovely voice. But I’m getting a wee bit sick of the ‘I’m finally realising what your true character is’ schtick with regards to Ben. Wake up and smell the public school tie, Mario. Ben is not a character from Evelyn Waugh. He’s pretty for sure, even if his hair is ridiculous, he is slightly amusing to watch and has a lovely pouty mouth but he is, and always has been, sly, utterly self-serving, self-absorbed and fundamentally untrustworthy.

Mario did what we all do with people we fancy – we are blind to what they are really like. We see what we want to see, because it makes us feel happy to do so. Ben hasn’t deceived  him. He liked having an adoring side-kick, every bit as much as Caoimhe liked the admiration of Shabby. But neither ever intended to have sex or a proper equal relationship with either of them.

It made them feel good about themselves to be admired, but when it all got too difficult, both Caoimhe and Ben weaselled out and took no responsibility for what they had done with all the flirting and intimacy. Cheap and nasty, but not really unusual. We’ve probably all done it to someone who had a crush on us. Mario knew Ben was straight. It wasn’t rocket science to work the rest out. Now he’s finally got it and is hurt, but really Mario, move on. The man’s a fool with the moral integrity of a sewer rat and you’re worth better than that.

And Caoimhe? Back off from slagging off Corin you malevolent  horror.

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Big Brother: enough playground drama

Really can’t be doing with any more attention on the dull-as-ditchwater interactions between Shabby and Caoimhe and playground sulks and tantrums. Psychologist, Judy James, on BBLB yesterday got it spot on as usual. Caoimhe has nothing going for her on her own. She doesn’t actually fancy Shabby but won’t say so directly because she needs to keep her as an ally. Shabby is a dominant character in the house, only by ‘virtue’ of being aggressive and drama queeny. I’m not utterly convinced Shabby fancies Caoimhe actually, but she certainly wants to seduce her, which isn’t always the same thing. It seems to me more about power and influence, camera time and having a trophy girlfriend than sex.

I enjoyed the sneak preview on BBLB of Ife telling the terrible duo that she was bored of their conversation. Well done. You spoke for all of us who are bored senseless by their creation of unnecessary trouble and strife. They stomped off to the garden in a gigantic am dram hissy fit of silliness of course. What does Steve make of all this I wonder, a man who has experienced enough of life to know that wasting energy stirring up conflict is a pretty pointless occupation?

I was, however, quite amused by Caoimhe’s feeling of Corin’s boobs. What I am sick of is hearing how much Dave is ‘drunk on spirit of our Lord’. I’d be inclined to force feed him Absinthe, see how much more of the almighty he feels then. I had no patience left after his revelation of himself as a homophobe (glad to see the housemates clocked it and used it as a reason to nominate him), but the point at which he suggested he could use the spirit of the Lord to re-grow Steve’s legs took it to the point of gross offensiveness. Stupid, arrogant, ignorant and dangerous. He makes a convincing argument for atheism though, I give him that. Because if there were a God, he or she would surely by now been forced to smite the bejesus out of such a knob-end, pretending to represent His Word on earth. I’m not keen on Govan, but I hope Dave gets the boot tomorrow and learns a bit of humility and sensitivity. Not that he ever will, the twerp.

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Big Brother: return to the ‘bungalow of the damned’

I’m quoting the divine Grace Dent in the title, for no particular reason other than the woman is a genius, and it has been her witty commentaries over the years (and some kick-ass shoes) that have vastly added to my BB viewing pleasure.

So here we all are then (those that are still bothering to watch it anyway). My first blog on the last series. I’ve been a bit slow off the mark because there are too many names to cope with still, and I’ve been keeping only half an eye on it (i-dent that, channel 4).

But I’ve been getting more bothered, gradually. Dave the Preacher? Bad hair, bad glasses. I’d forgive both, but a homophobic bigot hiding under the brown monkish cloak of smug, know-it-all, self-satisfied bollocks religious justification -‘God loves all of us, but I’d never perform a civil partnership ceremony because gays are damned to eternal hellfire’. Damn him I say. I see you preacher for what you are.

Ben the posh blonde one with troublesome hair? He quite amused me for 5 minutes in a Sebastian Flyte sort of way because Mario the mole (as was) adored him and I formed a soft spot for Mario. But after I saw Ben nicking the onions that current BB kitchen lord, Nathan, had pre-prepared for the evening meal, he’s gone right down in my estimation. Spoilt little public schoolboy brat, used to getting his own way and being effing superior.

I started, briefly, to feel sorry for him over the ‘Shabby going mad after he suggested that she, as an actress, hams it all up a bit’ incident because she is so incredibly explosive and he was flogging a dead, slightly mad horse trying to apologise. But on the other hand he should have just walked away and not been convinced by a very young and a bit silly Caoimhe to keep trying. I find Shabby fascinating to watch, but she’s probably not easy to live with.

Mind you, neither is Sunshine. Did I remember rightly that she said her mum died when she was 17? Might explain a lot, but she’ll never do well in a huge group unless she can learn to merge better (being vegan on a shared shopping budget, being scared of heights for the first task, and a bit wet on the cheese task hasn’t endeared her to people-but having said that, her main enemy, Govan, looks to be a nasty, divisive, bitchy piece of work, so part of me feels sorry for Sunshine).

Keeping an eye on the John James/Rachael situation. I’m not that clever at understanding the flirting games people play, and I had thought he and Josie liked each other, but as I said to start off with, I’ve only been watching with half an eye.

Suspect Sunshine may go on Friday (the contestant who goes under that appallingly ill-chosen self-made-up name; I’m not a weather forecaster), unless there are other developments I’ve been missing, Rachael is more unpopular than I’d realised, or the voting public hate Shabby.

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