Saturday August 6, 2005
Guardian
The weather's rubbish, Mary J Blige hasn't released a song in ages, and people still take the mickey out of me for having a pay-as-you-go phone. And as if all that wasn't enough to make a grown girl cry, well, there's this hanging over us all -
the end of Big Brother.
There are several things I'll miss about Big Brother.
Craig's man boobs. Eugene's musings on random words that no one gives a diddly about. But what I'll really miss is the way people who previously deemed themselves above reality telly eventually succumb to the daddy of all reality television.
It's so delicious to witness the I-only-watch-Newsnighters getting caught up with antics like ... well, this really isn't the time of day to elaborate on that. Yes, I was finally able to connect with those individuals who pooh-poohed my love of trash TV. As Big Brother goes, a bond is broken, an era comes to an end. It all gets me right here, in the belly, you know?
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But Pikey....it was in the GUARDIAN 