Derren Litten

Watched a tiny bit of Big Brother tonight. I must admit I haven't watched any at all since my last blog entry about Shazam (or whatever his name was) and his mental illness being passed off as TV entertainment (not so bad when you consider My Hero is on it's 6th series). I realise I haven't exactly been an avid fan for this series of BB but I hardly recognised anyone from the first couple of "shows", I can only assume they have several new house mates for some reason; either that or I really wasn't paying attention at all. My 3 or 4 min folly into the world of BB today consisted of a ropey old bird of about 50 with a leather face and comedy tits and a strange boy in the diary room who spent the entire time flinching, barking, spitting, gurning and rolling his eyes. At first I thought the producers had decided to spice things up by adding a touch of Ketamine into the daily food ration but sadly no such luck, this was just another nut case with another debilitating medical ailment (tourettes this time) incarcerated in a designer prison with the usual social rejects gagging for just a bit more than his allotted 15 mins. I'm afraid what with the tennis and the world cup I just can't commit to 3 or 4 (or is it more?!) helpings of Big Brother a week; I'm a busy man…those DVDs of Citizen Smith won't watch themselves you know.