We are only getting the girls talking about nominations for now - cant wait to hear from the boys.
An alliance is born Well, Deana, Lauren and Lydia have formed an alliance! Like all good conspirators, the trio hatched their schemes in the wee hours of the morning. Like only BB plotters, they did so in the pool area, each sporting a hooded item.
The alliance came about after Lydia told the ladies that they were allowed to talk about nominations and that most of the men knew this but had told her to keep it secret. Scandal! Intrigue! What she failed to share with her new bezzas was that just an hour earlier she had tried to firm up an alliance with Luke S and Conor. Madness! Duplicity!
Obviously, Lydia belongs to a school of thought that stresses the importance of moving quickly onwards as, in a stirring display of loyalty the ladies vowed to stick together through thick and thin, through arguments and catfights, through sausage emergencies and bitchfests. Lydia claimed that she didn't mind if someone else won as long as they were from her new crew. Sure Lyds, we believe you.
Next on the agenda was the all-important decision of who to put up for eviction on Monday. Pretty boy and expert onesie-wearer Arron, was an easy choice for the trio. Nominee two was a trickier prospect. An intense debate followed with the ladies communicating in violent stage whispers. The vibe was British strategy room during World War II.
During this climate of humourlessness, the chilled-out customer that is Adam wandered over. Boyfriend was immediately sucked in. Before any greetings were exchanged he had been formerly admitted to the alliance. However, when it came to the point of spilling his nomination choices, he said, "I don't think that's going to happen." Deana was beside herself. "But that's the whole point!" She then said the word "game" about ten times. Someone's ready to play.
A bemused and unusually conflicted Adam eventually revealed he was cool with nominating Arron. But still that vital second nomination... who was it to be? Time was running out as Big Brother had instructed the housemates to go inside. Adam toddled off. The ladies lingered. "Sara?" "Sara!"
Arron and Sara, beware, your days may well be numbered.
Ch5
