Big Brother has finished broadcasting in the UK and the only people panicking about its demise are the directors of Channel 4. What can they possibly commission to fill up E4 apart from looped footage of people snoring and repeats of Friends?
After every series, the same thing happens. Some of the girls get their waps out for a lad’s mag, a couple who met in the house pose for awkward photos and the rest of them end up touring clubs so drunk punters can leer at them.
Occasionally, a contestant sticks in the memory, usually for being gaspingly annoying and Nikki Grahame is one of those very people. Famed for throwing temper tantrums due to her own stupidity she has clung on to her Z-list status and is venturing in to new territories, with a stab at singing live. Yes, we’re scared too.
As far as we’re aware, Nikki Grahame doesn’t have a musical bone in her body. At best, she seems the sort who’ll get drunk from discounted supermarket wine and sing in to a hairbrush, occasionally poking herself in the eye with the bristles. The only time we witnessed her doing something music related was when she failed to switch on an MP3 player during a Big Brother task. Suffice to say, she couldn’t do this and play pre-loaded music. So the prospect of her singing live has “potential banana skin” written over it.
Hecklerspray
