Memories are gone through and wrapped up, looked through by rose-tinted glasses. Sad laughs and spontaneous chuckles as you remember the good times. Sorry shakes of the head as you remember the bad.
I've not always loved you, but you've always been there... Big Brother.
As the days towards my 30th birthday drip painfully nearer it is with some surprise that I realise Big Brother has been on for the entire of my 20s. The BB Generation.
Children of the 70s hippies, everything had been done before us - Elvis, acid, the pill. What was left for us but reality TV?
And look who it gave us! Skinny Nikki. 'Who is she???!!', dear, skinny Nikki. God love her. Superfan Brian with the super blue eyes (are they in fact contact lenses?), tourettes Pete, controversial Jade, Alex the door singer, Kinger the minger... the list goes on and on. ..
No, these aren't movers and shakers. They haven't secured world peace or goodwill to all men. But they put themselves on live television and let us laugh at them - that takes a good amount of guts or masses of stupidity.
I hope they don't go too crazy with the format tonight, our last opening night ever. Dermot should definitely come back for a cameo. The housemates should neither be too out there nor too ordinary. Rationing should be, well... rationed. Come on C4 - it's the last one - lavish them in champers and food, for next year, we will be destitute.
I'm only watching it this year because it's the last one. Now that's good marketing ... Enjoy. x
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