The beginning of the end

So here we go – in front of a live audience Big Brother chucked 13 of over 80 hopefuls into the best looking house yet, to jeers of ‘it’s a fix!’ from the audience. I’m not sure how they knew that but they were hushed by security purdy darn pronto.

The boo’ers were out in force, as has come to be accepted at launch (and eviction) nights. People always seem to predictably hate the posh boys, the slutty girls and anyone with a massive ego.
Super-posh Ben got so booed he practically legged it through the doors just to get away from the audience.

Jordan wannabe Corin wore a dress so low I swear I’d seen both of her nipples in the first three minutes of her entering the house. There was a monk (in robes) a Beyonce lookilikey, a supposedly intelligent girl who had changed her name to Sunshine and the hottest Aussie us POMs have ever laid our eyes on. Eyes only though, as on opening his mouth his hotness melts into oblivion, sadly (but fairly – surely no-one is or should be blessed with both).

Poor old unlucky for some number 13 Mario got sent in with an ‘impossible’ mission to not be outed as a mole despite being sent in dressed as a mole and having to sleep in a mole hole. Isn’t this the same task every year?

Davina was glorious as ever, in a role that was made for her perhaps a little too perfectly as I can’t imagine her flourishing doing anything else.

And so it begins. The beginning of the end. Places please (and tweet me updates as am off on holiday from Friday…)