Only two weeks in and I've failed to blog every working day... Mainly because the past two days were actually surprisingly busy! But anyway. I'm back. And better than ever.
I've watched the majority of two episodes of Big Brother this week. I have been against the whole concept of Big Brother since it began however many years ago and don't worry, my viewing experience this week didn't change my opinion. It's a cheap excuse for television. It doesn't need writing. It doesn't really need directing. All it needs is a house, some producers with a few entertaining ideas and an editing team. Oh. And don't forget. A bunch of complete maniacs.
You do really need to have a screw lose to volunteer to be on this program. It's the equivilent of putting yourself in a zoo for several days. And doing tricks. While people throw food at you. It really is just a little bit demeaning. And yet there are people throwing themselves at the opportunity to join. Ok. I'll admit. I'd never audition for it. But if someone came up to me in the street and said 'Oh, you're an awfully handsome man, would you like to be on Big Brother?' I'd firstly hit them for lying to me (I'm not awfully handsome, infact there's nothing awful about me...) and then consider accepting their wonderful offer and then come to my senses and hold them hostage until I was allowed to present them damn show. Then I'd bring it down from the inside. But that consideration would be there. Because if you go on Big Brother and play your cards right, there's a vauge chance you can actually make something of yourself. Or, alternatively, become yet another Z-list celebrity appearing at university club nights. (Incidentally, how many classes of celebrity are there? I've heard of A, B and Z list ones... But are there ones inbetween? Surely Z list should be reserved for say, your postman, who everyone is going to recognise and go "Aint that the postman?" Is an M-list celebrity someone who's done an advert. That bloke from Halifax? Anyway, this tangent is going nowhere...)
So anyway. I propose a re-vamp of Big Brother which I shall enforce once my control over channel 4 is complete. It involves crystal maze style games. But with spikes. Because these people really do need a reality check. Maybe hunting for their dinner would also be good. Or possibly hunting each other for dinner. Either way it's got to make more interesting television than watching an albino man having all his hair shaved off...
Actually, now you mention it that was quite funny...
Remember people. Big Brother is watching...
I've watched the majority of two episodes of Big Brother this week. I have been against the whole concept of Big Brother since it began however many years ago and don't worry, my viewing experience this week didn't change my opinion. It's a cheap excuse for television. It doesn't need writing. It doesn't really need directing. All it needs is a house, some producers with a few entertaining ideas and an editing team. Oh. And don't forget. A bunch of complete maniacs.
You do really need to have a screw lose to volunteer to be on this program. It's the equivilent of putting yourself in a zoo for several days. And doing tricks. While people throw food at you. It really is just a little bit demeaning. And yet there are people throwing themselves at the opportunity to join. Ok. I'll admit. I'd never audition for it. But if someone came up to me in the street and said 'Oh, you're an awfully handsome man, would you like to be on Big Brother?' I'd firstly hit them for lying to me (I'm not awfully handsome, infact there's nothing awful about me...) and then consider accepting their wonderful offer and then come to my senses and hold them hostage until I was allowed to present them damn show. Then I'd bring it down from the inside. But that consideration would be there. Because if you go on Big Brother and play your cards right, there's a vauge chance you can actually make something of yourself. Or, alternatively, become yet another Z-list celebrity appearing at university club nights. (Incidentally, how many classes of celebrity are there? I've heard of A, B and Z list ones... But are there ones inbetween? Surely Z list should be reserved for say, your postman, who everyone is going to recognise and go "Aint that the postman?" Is an M-list celebrity someone who's done an advert. That bloke from Halifax? Anyway, this tangent is going nowhere...)
So anyway. I propose a re-vamp of Big Brother which I shall enforce once my control over channel 4 is complete. It involves crystal maze style games. But with spikes. Because these people really do need a reality check. Maybe hunting for their dinner would also be good. Or possibly hunting each other for dinner. Either way it's got to make more interesting television than watching an albino man having all his hair shaved off...
Actually, now you mention it that was quite funny...
Remember people. Big Brother is watching...
2 comments:
So am I to assume you've lost around 6% of your brain cells to BB-related dribbling-out-of-ears incidents since we last saw each other?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA congratulations that actually really made me laugh especially as i now the only episodes of BB youve watched have been with me at my flat and my BB loving housemates im sorry to have put you through so much pain but you did enjoy seeing an albino man getting his head shaved
xx
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