I've wavered about David. One minute I thought he was thick and annoying. The next I thought that at least he was genuine. Now I've decided he's genuinely thick and annoying. That fake overlaughing at Siavash's bunny outfit did it for me. Sorry, love, back to bingo with the pensioners of Dewsbury for you.
Sophie has started to get on my tits. Yeah, she's a funny drunk and yeah, she's quite sweet and all that but dear sweet baby J, she is such a dullard. We have enough celebration of stupidity in our culture as it is, without someone winning BB who, if brains were electricity, couldn't power one of those torches you get to put on your keyring.
Rodders - meh. Has made me laugh a couple times, and is nice to look at but that's not enough to make him a winner in my book.
Charlie - o dear God...nay nay and thrice nay. He's awful. My dream eviction night scenario would be Charlie coming out of the house, tripping down the stairs, hitting every one on his way down and landing cheeky-smiley-dopey face-first in a pile of freshly-laid dog-eggs.
