Well Big Brother has finally been given the arse.
It’s customary to start these sort of things by saying “the axing of Big Brother fills me with mixed emotions” or some such bollocks.
Not in my case, of course.
On the rare occasion I actually saw the programme, it filled me with hatred and revulsion. It was a celebration of everything mean-spirited, venal and odious in the human condition, populated by the sort of buffoons I wouldn’t piss on if they were on fire, let alone spend my precious time watching.
In keeping with the spirit of the original Big Brother, I’d strap a cage full of live rats to all of their faces.
Except for Kyle. I’d shove a live rat up his rectum and lock him in a room filled with hungry cats.
I supposed we can now look forward to an unlimited number of cultural studies students doing their PhDs on “Being and nothingness in Big Brother; A post colonial deconstruction”.
Big Brother was also responsible for launching the howling mediocrity that is Ausculture Jess on an unsuspecting world. For this crime alone, there can be no forgiveness.