Big Brother

Just my ideas …

Rula Lenska
This was all so, so unjust for bad Rula. Numerous will now probably remember her job for two things; Rock Follies and this TV Folly. Rock Follies was probably the begin of her occupation in the public eye and this TELEVISION Recklessness looks like being the end of it. Wish a cat-food commercial, Rula! In fairness, though what a headache she have to have discovered herself in – a 57-year-old, plainly past her physical finest, locating herself in the company of a Mata Hari (Faria), a Daisy Fight It Out (Chantelle), Britain’s Primo Slapper (Jodie) and, to cover all of it, Baywatch Babe Traci! The majority of lady well past a certain age would constrain at the idea of taking on any one of them, inadequate Rula had to tackle the great deal and she lost, in spades. I thought George Galloway was right in his remarks after she did that ridiculous erotic dance – she was, without a doubt, trying too hard. Who would not have their confidence rocked? The take on face she put on probably wasn’t the most effective one either. Go to bed with a countess, wake up with a count. I select my words really thoroughly below! Gee, I prefer to go to bed with Pete – at the very least he looks the same in the mornings as he does last point during the night!

Chantelle Houghton
A (not quite) vocal singing variation of Jade Reward.
She is so really self-possessed, the manufacturers must have been delighted beyond belief incidentally she withstood Dennis Rodman Sufficient is being written about her presently; I have no further remark other than to onlooker she seems areal-life variation of Billie Piper’s character Rose in the present Dr. That.

Dennis Rodman.
Every person knew Pete Burns had a tough time deciding what to wear for the day however what about poor Dennis, eh? Let’s (hypothetically) listen in …” Uhm it’s time to stand up, what type of appearance shall I use today? Little Lord Fauntleroy? Nope, did that the other day. Geisha? No, Pete’ll do that any type of min” (and he did). “I got it – lem me see now, simply offer the ol’ tattoos a burnish … get them sharp studs done in … readjust the baseball cap just so … as well as there it is – third circle of Hell! Yay, me, not that I provide a spunk …”.
Did any individual note that while Pete Burns obtained horrible raggeddy when he ran short of booze and cigarettes, both Dennis Rodman as well as the lovable Traci Bingham got grumbling when the food obtained reduced? They being the two pro athletes it had not been whatsoever shocking. I noticed Dennis complaining that training without appropriate food had not been too much fun. Possibly the very first time he’s ever before had to do it.
And also did you see exactly how he balanced on the exercise ball with one foot while he did rise? Have you ever before attempted that? Do you understand just how TOUGH that is? And he made it look so easy! Not surprising that this person is big league.

Jodie Marsh.
Poor, bad Jodie. Exactly how depressing and jumbled she appears to be. I gather, however, that there’s an extremely upbeat passionate and likeable lady in there somewhere. She seems to be collecting acolytes as opposed to making friendships, puzzling followers with good friends. I noted when Pete Burns and also Michael Barrymore were trying to get across her late one night, Michael recommended to her that she try as well as envisage a certain circumstance just for the sake of disagreement. Oh no I couldn’t accept that, claims our Jodie, that would certainly be immoral as well as I don’t tell lies. Something comparable appeared to be taking place when she was speaking with Davina McCall after her eviction, Davina carefully recommending that the other housemates had actually been attempting to act in Jodie’s best interests and Jodie went right away off on a complete tangent in her reply.
I assume myself that there’s a large rock being in the head of Jodie Marsh, never ever referred to, never to be confessed to. What exists under it? Something that Jodie finds so scary that she noticeably flees from taking into consideration the rock’s very existence.
One presumes that self-contemplation is not a routine pastime for Miss Marsh. An embarassment, as seldom does one experience a light bulb that actually, really does need to alter.
Poor, poor Jodie.

( Sam) Preston.
Much Like Dennis Rodman, I had no idea that Preston really was. I gathered he was in a band called the Ordinary Boys, and also going from his appearance generally, I would certainly have placed them somewhere between the Jam and as well as variety of ska bands, say, The Selector? Later in the show we were treated to some Ordinary Boys tunes and also it looks as though I wasn’t too far off the money.
In addition to that, I knew nothing before about Le Preston and also I recognize little else currently, besides that he seems to be a flawlessly good kind of geezer with, I rather picture, significant lady trouble on his plate.
All fairly regular, in fact.

Michael Barrymore.
What a piece of work is this guy! How infinite in frailty, his new personna recommends, and I have no reason to think anything aside from that the face we saw was the genuine one. He seemed a perfectly decent being, flawed, rough round the edges, as well as while he and also Pete Burns together both displayed an ability to provoke winds of genuine laughter (from me) it’s Barrymore that has the touch of brilliant regarding him, the air of one driven to execute yet rejected his stage. I really hope the UK does what Pete claimed it should and also opens its arms to invite Barrymore back. He’s a tonic for the country. We probably need him more than he needs us.

Pete Burns.
Twisted embittered genius. Youngsters will probably be too young to realise this but in the genre of movies known as noir, in small, run-down and seedy clubs in the boonies of Anytown, USA, the kind a Private Dick would inevitably find their way to when they were looking for clues or following leads they ‘d find the Heroine of the movie. She ‘d be seated, alone at the bar, she ‘d have a cool drink that she hadn’t paid for in a tall glass in front of her and she ‘d always be smoking. Whatever happened, even if it happened right in front of her, her face would be frozen into a mask of disdained amusement. In other words, she ‘d look like Pete. Assuming that’s what he had in mind when he had his plastic done, he’s got it dead right.
For me the best times in the house were when the Pete and Michael show hit the road, late at night or early in the morning over coffee and cigarettes when the rest of the house was asleep. Funny funny funny.
Who was it pleaded with George to go and speak with Rula because she was feeling so bad as a woman? Pete.
Who was it spoke up so volubly for Barrymore after being evicted, saying how much he needed to be rehabbed back into this country? Pete. Not quite such the monster then, eh?

Traci Bingham.
The delightful, the truly gorgeous Traci Bingham. Every man should have a Bingham of his own. starting with me. The rest of you can get your own, though, I want that one. See how she went straight into a series of classic brilliantly executed girlie poses for the photographers as she left the house? An absolute professional, a master of her craft. And how beautiful in her red devil costume! Cheap to run too, (once you’ve bought the mansion), give her alcohol and she wanders around making small, happy sounds all day (whether you want her too or not). Does the guy she’s engaged to realise he’s marrying one of the Clangers? “Oh my Gah-had, it’s the Soup-Drag-gen …”.
I don’t think Traci understood the show, which goes a long way to explaining why she was so devastated by being nominated. Observe when she was talking to Davina at the end, she said how hard she ‘d tried to be a good housemate. I suspect she thought you had to win by proving how pleasant you were to live with and dutifully went out of her way to be just that. I don’t think she had to go far our of her way at all, either, I think she really is that nice a person. that’s why she was so upset at being nominated, she thought she was doing something wrong on a personal level to the other housemates. Hence her shock and surprise. You get the feeling that to a certain extent, once you reach a certain level of stardom your life is run to a large extent by your agent; Traci and Dennis both gave the impression that they simply went where they were signed to go and did their best when they were there.

George Galloway.
What a clear-cut warning to us all of how politicians plan to use us. We seem to be no more than stepping stones to their own self-serving ends. How did he serve his constituency in the BB house? His blustering complaints about censorship left me unimpressed.
I noticed too that when there was the first a major disagreement in the house – I believe over a misunderstanding about racism – George it was who suggested that a round table discussion be held which George, seemingly thoughtfully, offered to chair.
Thus, it begins. How long before, in order that George may the better to fulfil his post as arbiter of the house decisions, not be made to suffer the distractions of, say, hunger; shouldn’t he be given a bigger share of the food than the others, so that his thinking may be clearer and not distracted by hunger? It’s in the best interests of the group as a whole, after all; he’s the decision maker.
In the same vein, we might conjecture, how long before George’s sexual needs/desires must similarly be given priority over the others, the women of the tribe, sorry, house, should be encouraged to offer themselves freely and regularly to George over and above the others. All in the best interests of the group, of course. Politicians, eh? They never close.

Maggot, the common man – the voice of reason, as he said. A straightforward decent guy. Good to see he got over his initial reserve about Barrymore. Why was he concerned about his image, I wondered? How genuine can he be if that’s a concern? Subsequently, though, he proved himself a steadying influence on the rest of the household.

Faria Alam.
The Big Brother experience must have been very difficult for Faria. I thought she behaved throughout as I imagine she was brought up to be, dignified and reserved. I never thought she was a slapper, or in any way cheap, when her sex life got her in the news. Her business, I would have thought. I was subsequently a bit disappointed to hear quite how promptly she was hawking her BB story round Fleet Street but, I suppose, a girl has to be practical and topical if she’s going to make money that way. For me, the most interesting thing about Faria was her apparent inability to express the emotions she was claiming to feel. I put this down to her upbringing to and there may be a lesson there for all of us. Imagine a girl bought up in strict circumstances in old established traditions, then abruptly cast out of that culture into a new and different one. She’ll know how to function emotionally in the old culture, her appropriate upbringing will have prepared her for that, but in this new (by which I mean, ‘Western’) culture, one where the world has moved on from the time that birthed the culture she was raised in, she struggles to express emotions that she has no name for. We’re probably all a bit that way at times as the world turns faster. Our childhood upbringing can less and less prepare us for adulthood as effectively the two happen in different worlds. Poor Faria. I liked her.

Big Brother grew up and found its feet here, this was ground-breaking TV. It still seems the fashion in newspapers that somehow, inexplicably, appear to consider themselves and their readers above Big Brother viewers. It’s only for the oiks is the subtext of the copy in pretty much all the nationals.
Synchronise watches, tv kids; only a matter of time before they change their tune and accept that here are observations made on life in the raw, that the spat between Dennis and Chantelle, the spats between everybody and George, everybody and the confused unfortunate Jodie Marsh, weren’t far more riveting viewing than anything scriptwriters could have dreamed up. It’s been an age in coming, but Big Brother seems to be coming of age.