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This is actually worth watching, in a rubber-necking kinda way. They make the Big Brother house look like a think tank.
Kiss ‘n’ Tell specialist and bandmate of BB’s Grace, Alicia Douvall, is just fantastically thick. She doesn’t know the alphabet. "A, B, C, D, E, F... J? S, M, L, N, O, T…?".
She can’t cook either (serving up a meal of baked beans on bread, garnished with grapes), earning the contempt of urban sophisticate Leo The Lion. "The way to a man’s heart is definitely through his stomach. If a girl can cook, looks good, and is good in the sack, she has nothing to worry about". The best way to Leo’s heart is, I suggest, through the chest with a garden trowel.
Uber-hetrosexual Lee Otway (who’s shagged over a hundred women!!!!OMG!!!!, 23 of them before he was 18!!!musthaveanenormouscock!!!!11!!!!!), is serenading the laydees with some beautiful songs of he’s written himself.
Brendan Cole has been demonstrating that there is a fine line between dancing and sexual assault – "You had no choice then… I manipulated you with my body".
Everyone hates Sophie Anderton.
It’s actually quite watchable. And that’s before Paul Danan (unlikely star of the last series) is parachuted back in on Saturday. |
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