This was all so, so unreasonable for bad Rula. Several will certainly currently most likely remember her career for two points; Rock Follies as well as this TV Folly. Rock Follies was perhaps the begin of her profession in the public eye and this TV Recklessness resembles being completion of it. Pray for a cat-food commercial, Rula! In justness, though what a problem she have to have located herself in – a 57-year-old, clearly past her physical finest, finding 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 Infant Traci! The majority of lady well past a specific age would withhold at the idea of competing with any one of them, inadequate Rula needed to tackle the lot as well as she lost, in spades. I assumed George Galloway was right in his comments after she did that ludicrous erotic dance – she was, undoubtedly, trying as well hard. That wouldn’t have their confidence shaken? The take on face she placed on arguably had not been the best one either. Go to bed with a countess, wake up with a matter. I pick my words extremely meticulously here! Gee, I prefer to go to bed with Pete – at the very least he looks the very same in the early mornings as he does last point at night!
A (not quite) vocal singing variation of Jade Goody.
She is so really self-possessed, the manufacturers need to have been thrilled beyond belief incidentally she took on Dennis Rodman Sufficient is being covered her at the moment; I have no more comment aside from to observer she seems areal-life version of Billie Piper’s character Rose in the current Dr. That.
Everybody understood Pete Burns had a difficult time choosing what to use for the day yet what regarding poor Dennis, eh? Let’s (hypothetically) listen in …” Uhm it’s time to get up, what kind of look shall I put on today? Little Lord Fauntleroy? Nope, did that the other day. Geisha? No, Pete’ll do that any kind of min” (and he did). “I got it – lem me see now, just offer the ol’ tattoos a burnish … get them sharp studs done in … change the baseball cap just so … as well as there it is – 3rd circle of Heck! Yay, me, not that I offer a shit …”.
Did anybody note that while Pete Burns obtained awful raggeddy when he ran short of booze and cigarettes, both Dennis Rodman and the cute Traci Bingham obtained snappy when the food got reduced? They being the two pro athletes it wasn’t in any way surprising. I noticed Dennis grumbling that training without appropriate food wasn’t way too much enjoyable. Most likely the first time he’s ever had to do it.
And did you see just how he balanced on the medicine ball with one foot while he did push ups? Have you ever attempted that? Do you recognize just how TOUGH that is? And also he made it look so simple! No wonder this person is big league.
Poor, bad Jodie. How unfortunate as well as jumbled she seems. I gather, though, that there’s a very upbeat enthusiastic and also likeable lady in there somewhere. She seems to be gathering acolytes as opposed to making friendships, perplexing followers with pals. I noted when Pete Burns as well as Michael Barrymore were trying to get across her late one evening, Michael recommended to her that she attempt and also envisage a certain situation just for the purpose of disagreement. Oh no I could not agree to that, claims our Jodie, that would certainly be immoral and also I do not inform lies. Something comparable appeared to be taking place when she was speaking to Davina McCall after her expulsion, Davina delicately recommending that the various other housemates had been trying to act in Jodie’s best interests and also Jodie went promptly off on a full tangent in her reply.
I believe myself that there’s a large rock being in the head of Jodie Marsh, never ever described, never to be admitted to. What exists under it? Something that Jodie locates so scary that she noticeably gets away from thinking about the rock’s extremely existence.
One believes that self-contemplation is not a regular leisure activity for Miss Marsh. A pity, as hardly ever does one experience a light bulb that really, really does require to change.
Poor, inadequate Jodie.
( Sam) Preston.
Just like Dennis Rodman, I had no suggestion who Preston actually was. I collected he remained in a band called the Ordinary Boys, and going from his appearance as a whole, I ‘d have put them somewhere in between the Jam as well as and number of ska bands, state, The Selector? Later on in the program we were dealt with to some Ordinary Boys songs and it looks as though I wasn’t as well away the money.
Besides that, I knew nothing prior to concerning Le Preston and I understand little else currently, other than that he appears to be a perfectly suitable sort of geezer with, I rather think of, considerable woman difficulty on his plate.
All quite regular, actually.
What a piece of work is this man! How boundless in frailty, his new personna recommends, and also I have no factor to think anything apart from that the face we saw was the genuine one. He appeared a perfectly respectable being, flawed, rough round the sides, and also while he and Pete Burns with each other both presented a capacity to provoke gales of real laughter (from me) it’s Barrymore who has the touch of genius regarding him, the air of one driven to do yet denied his phase. I hope the UK does what Pete said it needs to as well as opens its arms to welcome Barrymore back. He’s a tonic for the country. We probably need him more than he needs us.
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?
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.
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.
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.