My interest is waning I have to say but I had thought Nikki was going to be the most annoying person in the house. The girl whinges, she whines, she behaves like a three year old.
However, from first glance (and I know that's very unreasonable) Aisleyne is going to give Nikki a run for her money. What does a model/promotions girl do? And how can there be two of them in the Big Brother house. It's hardly a representative cross-section of British society is it? Do you remember the first Big Brother when people were trying to be all worthy and said it was a fly-on-the-wall programme giving us exactly that?
If aliens landed and watched Big B to find out what these humans were like, they'd probably run off to the far corners of the universe vowing not to return until we were sufficiently developed to be of use to them. At the moment the only thing the current inamtes are any good at is bitching…and the only one I think I like (although I reserve the right to change my mind) is Pete who seems a genuinely nice guy and doesn't go in for the bitching malarkey quite as much as the others.
Really interesting article by Philip Eden (what a suitable name) on the BBC website about the drought/deluge problem currently facing the south east. It makes you realise that no part of our lives is immune from spin (and being vaguely connected to the spinning trade, I should know this already).
The problem is you do believe the hype. I was chatting to someone last night who had watched Are We Changing Planet Earth in tears. Okay may be a bit extreme, but she was so concerned that we are ruining our planet and when you are faced with the enormous scale of what we are doing to the world then you feel like a very insignificant soul who can do nothing to effect real change. Oh yes, we can recycle; we can conserve water; we can try to use our bikes, public transport, our legs more. But when you are faced with the reality of what mankind is doing to the rainforests; how we are so dependent on fossil fuels; and how major world governments just don't care – then your tiny effort seems so futile.
Then companies and organisations use statistics to frighten us. They do and most of us will act (let's face it you really have to be a cretin not to recycle). But then you find out that your recycling is ending up on landfill and the water companies are exaggerating the truth and you get so disillusioned that sometimes you think, why bother?
Okay, possibly got a bit carried away with something quite serious here (actually blogs are cool because you can be discussing the joys of Big Brother one minute and global warming in the next breath) and I've just realised this could be seen as an homage to the BBC website – I do look at other places on t'internet I promise.
This weather is doing my head in. I am sick and tired of it raining ALL THE TIME. Soggy umbrellas on the tube. Slippery pavements. Getting bashed in the head by stupid umbrella-wielding idiots. Constantly feeling damp and soggy. I'm going to move to somewhere warm and dry.
Yes! The fence is up. It's so exciting to open the front gate and then not have to reassemble it complete with orange string. It's not as gorgeous as a wall but there we go. I'm happy (it had better not attract some youth with a spray can or I will cry).
I am sick of getting wet every day. What is it with this weather? I know we need rain. I appreciate that even the current deluge is not going to sort out the drought problem (although I'm sure if someone put their mind to it, they could work out a way of sorting it out). However, I am mightily sick of getting wet every day especially on the way to work and then you have to sit and steam dry all morning before going out again at lunchtime to get wet. I am also having a shoe crisis. I have lots of lovely pairs of shoes. All far too lovely to be worn in the rain – so I am reduced to about two pairs of shoes neither of which are hugely suitable. Yes I could get my boots out again but it's nearly the end of May for heaven's sakes and I am strictly a 'boots in winter'/'sandals in summer' girl. So today I am wearing a pair of sandals. Highly impractical I know but they have got quite a big heel so at least will keep my jeans from dragging in the puddles and I'll just have to hope trench foot doesn't set in!
Oh I suppose I need to mention Big Brother. Actually I've worked out that they are not the whackiest bunch in history, they're quite a boring bunch of teenagers/people who act like teenagers. Thank goodness Shahbaz has gone. Okay he was entertaining in a sort of car crash TV kind of way but either the psychological screening went wrong or it was a deliberately calculated plan on his part to come in, cause mayhem and then sell his story about his BB hell (cynical moi?). I quite like Richard but think he has the potential to be an enormously annoying bitch. It could go either way (he also reminds me of Dan from BB5 – or perhaps I just can't get past the tall, gay man thing!). Anyway, enough of the BB house. I really should get a grip.
I hear that all the engineering work that is messing up my weekend travel means the Northern Line will no longer merit the tag: ‘the misery line’. Yeah, right! Excuse my cynicism.
I tried. I didn't watch Big B on Thursday or Friday or Saturday – I was doing something called 'having a life'. Then I came back to London (ie the real world) and immediately got sucked in.
In fact my televisual treats last night were entirely reality TV show based and shows my somewhat ecletic TV tastes. First up, Antiques Roashow. Always so soothing on a Sunday evening and with that frisson of will it or won't it be worth lots and lots of money. Then House of Tiny Tearaways largely because I think Dr Tanya is lovely and it's also the best contraceptive in the world. They should show it in secondary schools for those bratty 12 year olds that want to get pregnant instead of playing with Barbies (although don't get me started on the evilness that is Barbie – from the mouth of a four year old last week: "I don't like Barbie, it's all about advertising" – bless and scarily inciteful).
Anyway, I thought I had forgotten to turn over from House of Tiny Tearaways but realised that unfortunately a bunch of 20 and 30 somethings who really ought to know better can have just as many ridiculous tantrums as your average three year old. Big Brother? Big Bollocks! But I'm hooked. I am also seriously worried about Nikki – can anyone be such a cretin that they are dehydrated beyond belief but won't touch tap water. I know tap water is vile but IT IS NOT GOING TO KILL YOU.
First time I've used a tag – it's quite exciting feather duster