May 16, 2006
Londonist
This week marks the start of the new Big Brother (
Thur 9pm C4).
We're fairly sure this will split our readership (hello, Mrs Trellis of North Wales) right down the middle; BB is a love-it-or-hate-it proposition. TV Troll hated it until undergoing a Damascene conversion last year, so we understand both sides of the relationship with Endemol's postmodern, controversial show.
Those on the
"it's a sign of the End Times" bandwagon will be utterly horrified by the thought that these idiots, yes, these grinning idiots right here will be looning it up and shagging (fingers crossed) and making complete tits of themselves on every TV screen in the country while their mindless antics are dissected by the broadsheets (in that everything-is-relative, we're down with the kids honest, ironic Pop Culture Studies style they deploy to divert accusations of dumbing down) and splashed across the tabloids ("
BB HOUSEMATE GETS UP, HAS A DRINK OF WATER - EXCLUSIVE PICTURES") and we really, truly feel sorry for you, we do.
As usual, the producers have promised that BB is going to be meaner than ever and oooh, just wait 'til you see what we have in store for the fame-hungry, soulless drones eager beavers this year and yada yada and golden tickets and urinal cameras and .. whatever, we don't care, just bring on the fresh meat and Davina doing what she does best and Noel Edmonds (?) and the rest.
We're thrilled; welcome back!
