Tuesday, September 20

Whoops

Yeah, I got bored again. Sorry.

It really is just a bunch of pillocks all trying to destroy/fuck each other. I can't be arsed.

Make your own blog. I don't mind.

Sunday, September 11

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Pleb

So, now we have everyone in the house, what happens...?

Right, well firstly, I didn't bother to memorise anybody's names so forgive me if I refer to them as Lady with Big Tits, Wrestler lady etc...

Speaking of big tits, professional slutty pose merchant Pamela Anderson is in the house, reminding us all why we all now take our camcorders on holiday. I'm under the impression this is to remove the usual first week feeling of "I don't know who anyone is", but seems to have just resulted in the 'wacky' boys of the house admitting to doing a LOT of wanking.

So, Pammy chooses her most favourite bunch of sycophants and made them VIPs. Naturally, this pissed off a few of the remaining plebs, causing blonde big titted slag girl (like I said, i dont know their names yet) to call Pammy a slag. In the Big Brother house of the metaphor universe, this is when Polly the kettle refers to Bertha the Pot as a similar colour to herself.

What's confusing me is why there have been no absolute munters or old folk put in the house this time round? Is it to keep the Nuts magazine readers happy? Is it to encourage some kind of Club 18-30s naked antics without a mature parent figure spoiling the fun? I mean, the closest we've got to a munter grown up is Posh Harry Horsefucker, and he's even unbuttoned his shirt top button and started drinking generically labelled lager with the rest of the fellas. No Scots, Welsh or Irish in the house either... Odd.

Pamela seems to be attempting to out-'wacky' some of the housemates already, walking through the outdoor shower next to her 'VIP' area for no reason other than to kill a microphone and to get folk to ask her why she looks like she's wet. Maybe she doesn't think anyone is giving her enough attention, which might also explain why every few seconds she adopts a different porn-star pose.

Event-wise, not much seems to have happened so far. Blonde big tit slag revealed she has indulged in 'water-sports'; there's various name-drops of 'my boyfriend says...', although I think this is merely to make some of the girls seem unavailable, giving the manslags something of a challenge...

The channel 5 edit kinda fucks up any chance of following a conversation from beginning to end. They really need some sort of live-feed thing going on. It's just lazy them not doing that. Takes us back to the days of Craig and Nasty Nick. And that was only because no-one did internetting back then... Well, besides nerds and spies.

Conversation-wise, things seem to be struggling,...
Spearmint Rhino Hooker tries to defend her Spearmint Rhino Hooking job;
Manslag and Boyslag share sex adventure stories and offer to 'watch each other's back';
Brick Shithouse and Fruit Shoot boy compare wanking levels (apparently when you ejaculate you lost half your body's zinc, wowshit fact fans);
Spearmint Rhino Hooker claims she is the 'Robin Hood' of Spearmint Rhino Hookers;
Boyslag likes to respeck womans innit and not 'beat them' on the first night, oh and by the way womans... "wow you is hot innit. Gotta respeck womans."

And so... that's it for the first night. Don't think I missed anything... If I did, feel free to stick a comment in the box. And even if I didnt miss anything, put a comment. I like comments.

Cheers.

Friday, September 9

PLEB BROTHER!

So, without a moment's breath, Sleb Brother ends, Pleb Brother begins...

Here's a quick round-up of the wonderful* people** they've gathered***...

*Not really wonderful.
** Possibly not people.
*** Scooped out of the algae using a spork.

1. Mark.
Has the Fruit Shoot energy of Jedward, but in a sort of grubby, finger-you-in-a-nightclub fashion...

2. Maisy.
In it to boost her media career. Using her vagina.

3. Aaron.
Arrogant idiot. Give the man an extra vertebra, watch him suck his own cock for the rest of time.

4. Heaven.
Scary model. Looks like she's the one they've put in to start arguments. I don't like her.

5. Tom.
Tom is a wacky bisexual mop. Looks like he will no doubt attempt to put his penis in available hole. Let's hope there's a plug socket about when he's frisky.

6. Tashie.
Nuts magazine fodder. Learned belly dancing at school. This is why the country is fucked. She should have been taught algebra. Wore a nice pair of blowjob-handle earrings.

7. Aden.
Pronounced 'Ah-Denn'. Nerdy virgin type that claims a big IQ. IQ in this case standing for 'Idiocy Quotient'.

8. Alex.
The 'normal' dippy girl. She looks like the best bet for victory so far. Common as muck on a miner's boot.

9. Harry.
The posh cock. They always have one of these. Will be incredibly disapproving of the 'wacky' housemates' antics up until about two weeks in when he will get accidentally pissed on cider and go crazy, fucking anything that moves, just like matron used to do.

10. Rebekah.
The dirty dancer type. I reckon if you tapped her head you'd be hearing echoes for months. Although that'd probably get drowned out from the tassles she would undoubtable put on her tits at some point.

11. Antonio.
The self-proclaimed 'Fresh Prince Of Peckham'. Likes showing off his six-pack. Personality of a roll of sellotape.

12. Faye.
Lady wrestler.

...awaits jelly.

13. Jay.
The brick shithouse with the personality to match. They've not really gone all out on hiring clever people this time round, but then again, they've not really gone for mingers either.

14. Louise.
The northern model. Watches 'Interleckchewal programs like Bargain Hunt'. We shall know her from this moment forward as 'Professor Louise'.

Oh, and Pamela Anderson is in there too. For no bloody decent reason.

Well, there you go... Let's see what happens...

*still waiting for jelly*

Celeb Big Bro finished then...

...Paddy won. So there you go... (Sorry, it got a bit boring towards the end)

Wednesday, September 7

Hi. Sorry.

I'm sorry. I got bored. Will try and do a catch-up post before actual Big Brother starts in a few days.

Pinky swear.

Friday, September 2

Eviction Threeeeeeeeeeee.

Right, for starters, Marcus can't pronounce the word 'host'. Hoooewerst.

Ok, so its between TumbleBob, PurpleDaz, HousewivesChoiceLucy or lovely, lovely Tara.

But first, a recap...
These 'previously on big brother' bits don't really match previous episodes. It's like theyre edited to fit the how's 'plot'... or is that cynicism?

Everyone was happy getting hot water back, because washing with cold water is impossible. Apparently.

Kerry and Lucian are falling in 'big brother love' which is similar to that syndrome thing when kidnap victims fall in love with their captors. Won't last in the real world.

The next task involved holding up bags of cotton wool for the chance to visit a supermarket. Woo.

I've decided I don't like Brian Dowling. No man should wear that much blusher.

Darryn threw a strop about the cotton wool task, and his face went purple. I'd vote him out but that'd mean wasting three phone calls. Evil channel 5.

Jedward proceeded to freakygonk Kerry and Bobby into submission for the second round of the task, succeeding with a lot of noise, meaning the slebs are stuck with fruit shoots, haribo and softcore porn now they're in charge of the shopping list. Yay

Oh, wait, they're actually being let out in public, on a trolley dash at a real supermarket. Well, I say a real supermarket, a Lidl.

So they got LOTS OF SWEETS and a billion bananas. But no biscuits. And no softcore porn. Which I would blame on Lidl more than anything.

Right, eviction time...

Tara.

You bastards. Don't you read my blog? Stupid. Proves democracy is a pisspoor idea.

Cross now.

Stupid.

Bloody.

Grrr.

Not fair.

Go away now, you obviously don't listen to me.

Thursday, September 1

Eviction Number Twoooooooo!!!!

Right Wednesday. The second eviction. It's Pamela if you don't want to read to the bottom.

Oh look, today Brian is dressed like a Man From Uncle.

AND WHY THE HELL IS THERE SOMEONE IN A HARRY HILL MASK???!?!?!


That's just fucking creepy.

Right, so the recap of Tuesday. Everyone is pissed off at Bobby because he discussed nominations and now they have cold water. Which at least means Jedward won't be fucking about in the bath.

Amy and Pamela apparently have brought the same top into the house. This must be the reality show equivalent of wearing the same jumper as your dad.

Not much seems to be happening, I think this might be one of those episodes where the Big Brother people just let the slebs do their own bit of improvised entertainment. And seeing as none of these people, bar the Jeds, are in any way actually entertaining the episode is just talky talky.


The slebs now proceed to beg to stay in the house, Darryn's plea based on his entertaining 'personality', Pamela's based on 'If you dont all the babies will DIE'.

Tara and Pamela got in trouble for discussing nominations, and then hair-dryers got turned off. Jedward may die.

Next, Big Brother then created some kind of bizarre mutant cross breed housemates. Kerry got some FANTASTIC fake eyebrows, which turned her into Paddy. Even though he has relatively normal eyebrows.

The mutant clone task continued with some kind of blindness round. I don't really get why clones are linked to blindness. I was under the impression that the eye was one of the first things to be cloned successfully. After kidneys.

Fucking hell, Tara Reid in an Amy Childs costume is lovely. I'll buy that action figure.

Oh look, they've just put a cream pie all over her face and decolletage. Yeah, I'd do that too.

So, after all that euphamism-based fun, we're left with depressing 'feel sorry for me' sleb stories, and quiet contemplation. Dull telly, in other words. No doubt will look sensational printed in Heat magazines tomorrow...

Which leads us to Pamela getting evicted. Which she did. Amid everyone saying she was lovely and that. Two-faced bitches.

And then she got interviewed and I lost interest and had to go and watch In The Night Garden.

Which is very similar to Big Brother. But with less bonkersness.

and ye bloggin de bollocks

Guest-written by Paddy because I got a bit bored...

Day teh mum welve

No hot water muh herfer mufen er mu mu.
Da numpties dun tha shoower relly quick like muh numer bo fernangle.
Ommer nommer shamo in der swim poo. No no no shamoo in der poo.

All de men do da gym wid da tiny gold shoorts and thrusting ooh fernagle.
Lucien mer fan oh nah nag nag boot Bobby. Fan to mallafer SHOOTING AND SHOOTING and der craic.

Pallemer no de tan proper and der orangener.

Er da Tarara god de big boobies top on terdy ah nummer nummer boobies. Bobby ner talk der to der boobies. Bobby be der bag ter be bad Bobby gein ner mo tummlewee.

Da Numpties do der tersherts wid der sizzers an Darrinin nummer wid me boud der punchin n crunchin n der meh daddy der daddy der daddy and ner ma sawful ting and der gonna pud der subtidles on me words an me talkin and me why fer fucks der talkin?

Amy ner makeen rumblegg and fuk a duk and in a binkini and der bouncy bouncy bouncy.

Anna der Tara in der Diarroom an der Olly murrs.

Luciun an fer noofle tinkin he be dwitchin his noodle in Kerrys hooha box. Woohay.

Der b-moovle acters gizzerm task bout fightin der vampers and der spookies and woo. Un der vamper teddies and der eatin der smoothy wid der garlings an der gip gip gip. An der no probble fer Tara an Amy fuggin slags widda swallow anthing. Tara der goodun at der swallow juice.

Der Bobby an der Darrun eading der shreddies an der garlings. no der gippings der brave soldiers and der yay. Bobby grrreat.

Der Kerri and permuller an der garling chonkler and kerri do der peddaling while der munchen. Pamilamler der chonkler chugger an then bleeerg la vommle.

Der Numpties do da Jelly Garlings an der gip an der gip and der dancungs an der gips. Der Jonnumptie der jelly winnser.

Luciun an der me do da garlings eyescrim an der me der winner an luciun der gip gip and der bid Brudder de enemy an der bollocks an me dyin. Fuck in a doctor n a preez.

An fer de verr bad an der bleeeark.

DER NOMNADIONS Y'BASTARD

Pallemer an Darrun. Ooooh yer bollocks.
Darrun der bein cross n grumpsome an der gonna stabbun and Pallemar gone der crazygrumpen.

Bobby der squirten de doors an gone der shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Darrun da thunken de guilty or mebbe they dun wunna say der bollocks coz der shogged. Prolly coz der fellin poorly gippen wid der garlings.

An der Checkov in der house and der nuclear wessels. Watchen der shonky fillum wid der Dokker Who an der boobies out. Der numptie munchen garlings kebab an der gippen an gippen an dyin in der kitchun like der Spong in der Wrat o Karn.

Der Amy doin der gossupin an der darrun gon bongers and sayin Tarara be bongers. Parranodder.

An der discussin an dercussin and dusicizzin an all da whoil i be watchin an watchin der shiddy fillum der bag o bollocks.

An der don poindin da finga ad Lunciun an der talkin un derscussin him n dat.

An der fuggin skellingtons. in glasses. Bastards yer bollocks. Der fucking numpties fucks sake.

Tink I gone der bongers. All fugged up n ah miss me womern and fecks sake a hugger fegger y'bollocks.

Din wanna see da fillum and disgusted yer Dokker Who and der bollocks and der Colly Furrell not der fuggin wanna not der bollocks and der huffa fish oudda warder ya bastard don men dawa and phew she wah dunno wad i mean dyo no wad i mean a fuggin feck in ye bastard.

Luciun der sleppin de nuddy and pudden his shirts on an chaddin der Darrun an he now a sheep an der BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA an he lubbin der Darrun and der meggin der poztivven and godda lot manlove ye fairies numpty bastards an he gonna be a man now an not a chicken.

Un das it. Ye fuggin bastards.

Holiday Catch-Up - 3

Right, this is Monday's show. About Sunday. I am eating Super-Noodles in Tomato Soup. I promise I'll put more effort into awesomeness once I've caught up.


THE TOAST CASTLE DIED! NOOOOOO! :-(
Jedward wrapped Jedward in clingfilm.
Kerry got a bit sad.
And....
er...
well it's a bit dull to be honest. These Super-noodles are fucking fantastic, mind. Nom Nom Nom.

Right, anyway, from what i gather, everyone is going a bit bonkers. Which is fair, there's a guy who talks in mumbles, a guy with a michelin man tummy and a couple of Fruit Shoot gnomes, it's enough to send anyone mad.

Bobby has stopped being evil and has reverted to being Tumbleweed Bobby. Meh.

NOMINATIONS!!!!!!!!

Well, this is awkward. Thanks to twitter I already know Pamela has gone. So... er...
Well, it's the usual excuses, "dont really know them that well" "they sleep talk" "I fucking despise their face"...

Right, that's that done. Next Kerry gave birth, helped by Jedward pushing down on her tummy.
If you are going into labour, don't push on your tummy. That's just fucking stupid.

Maybe someone should explain to Jedward where babies come from. Or maybe they just need to see a vagina for the first time.

Nominations continue, I got a bit bored and read the comments under Channel 5's On Demand feed.
Apparently according to Jazzy, "Hey jedward haters..these guys were cross-country athletes b4 they switched to music....they've done more than you lot i bet".

There are an awful lot of comments 'removed by moderator'. Methinks they probably include naughty words.

and you have to feel sorry for Perla, "I wish channel 5 were on live on their website, my parents are always on the tvs at night YES I HAVE TWO TVS AND THEY'RE ALWAYS USING IT! I honestly hate waiting till they upload it on here they take forever somtimes, and yes i am aware that bb has just aired on tv but if its not on this or youtube between 11-12 pm/am im going on a rampage."

of course, then Perla goes and ruins it with "cheryl cole". To which i can't find a context. I have looked. I spent 5 minutes looking. WHY, PERLA, WHY?!?

Oh good god, Jedward are now dressed like babies. I think I'm having a reverse erection.

Oooh tension, Bobby and Tara discussed nominations. It's very dull tension. Like a headache just before a bit of heavy rain.

Oh, that was it. Wow. Time flies when you're eating noodles.

Holiday Catch-Up - 2

Right, Sunday's show. About Saturday.
It's Thursday today.
Friday Friday gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's looking forward to the weekend weekend.

Sorry.

Right...
Nothing happened.







then...

TARA DANCED AROUND IN HER PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!
and then...
some cooking with Marco Pierre-White. Who is a mean man. or at least he is trying to sound mean. Comes across as a bit of a twatty Gandalf.
He made some onions and lettuce with a fish on it.
then everyone else tried to do the same. and someone gave Jedward knives. Sharp knives.
The fools.
Then Jedward did the washing-up* with predictable results.
*putting things on the floor and rolling in it.
Not sure what happened next because I went to cook super-noodles, but I did see Jedward making a castle out of toast. Which made Kerry cross and she threatened to tell on them.
It was a fucking awesome toast castle, and then they put hairspray on it.
Tara got messy drunk, threw a jug of water on Lucien, then hallucinated a dog on the inside of the outside of the inside of the outside of the wall and then went gradually more bonkers.
Seriously, I don't think she should be allowed booze.
No more than Jedward should be allowed toast.
Finally, Pamela did something. Unfortunately, this was bonkers sleep-talking.
I fear someone may be stabbed soon. It's like Sucker Punch. But without the schoolgirl uniforms.
Well, except Jedward. They have the uniforms.

Holiday Catch-up - 1

I've been on holiday for a few days, so here's my holiday catch up blog.
If I miss anything important, well, it's your own fault for ignoring me when i asked someone to do a guest blog spot.

Right, I missed Saturday's show first because I was catching up on Doctor Who because I had to go to the shops when that was on... so here's a recap of FRIDAY.
This is confusing. I need coffee.

Jedward learned to shave. They didn't die.
Nothing Happened.
Nothing Happened.
Sally Duvet is still in it. This is really confusing.
Paddy said "ar fanular tech opposite monaloa pon"
Jedward talked a lot while Darryn and Bad Bobby wrote a shopping list and got cross.
Everyone else complained about the shopping list and got cross.
Everone got cross.
Everyone went to sleep, sending Jedward on a rampage of boredom and e-numbers.

ROUND ONE
Jedward Vs Darryn.
Weapons used - Bread bag full of water.
Darryn's response - grumpy.

ROUND TWO
Jedward Vs Paddy.
Technique used - Wedgie.
Paddy's response - "ahre hur feh wedgie wedgie."

ROUND THREE
Jedward Vs Kerry.
Technique used - Verbal teasing.
Kerry's defence mechanism - Hiding in silly cardigan.

ROUND FOUR
Jedward Vs Kerry. Rematch.
Weapons used - Bubble bath, water, wrong dancing.
Paddy's response - "weh ref fer aweh wid de fairies"

Amy was encouraged to learn Shakespeare. A cringeworthy display of thickness ruining the bard. Jedward responded with their own cod-philosophy. Which actually sounded wiser than Amy.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
(I got an email advertising discount meat. But I realised it was just Spam)
Nothing happened.
Sally got evicted. See the world go 'Meh'.
Jedward had a tin of tuna with ketchup. The food of kings.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
Meanwhile, in Doctor Who, the character Mels was introduced out of nowhere, and a confusing backstory was crowbarred into the plot to try and make her inclusion seem clever. When really it just came across as half arsed and lazy.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened.
Pamela was a bit sad.

Turns out I didnt miss much...