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An animal of some kind, a pig say, as the new housemate would be good. Current housemates could then be told by Big Brother; 'This is what the British public thinks of you. This is the level on which you're now being judged.' The pig could have as much to eat and drink as it liked while the rest of them were starved even closer to the point of total delirium. The house would be the State Of The Pig. The pig would wear gold, be surrounded by images of itself and empowered to nominate with it's trotter. They'd have to sing its favourite songs, eat its favourite foods and mainly, mainly, they'd have to kiss, suck, fondle or do whatever else was necessary to get close to it's arse. And it would have a party. In this way, hopefully at least some of the housemates might begin to come to an understanding of the realities of their situation.
I mean let's face it, the pig would win. |
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