I am watching Big Brother - and I have no idea why. I hate the programme, I love to hate it. I hate to love it.
Tonight, I've watched the incredible juxtaposition of Jodie Marsh and her mate being turned on by a vicious had-been comic and an odd politician with the most peculiar agenda side with a foul mouthed fish-faced transvestite.
A Blonde Essex Bimbo appears to have assumed the most grown up role in the one true single, unifying, conciliatory gesture. Galloway appears to me to be the most shrewd, conniving character, adopting a reptilian charm. I remember Jungle Book .... "....trust in me...."
I couldn't help but draw comparisons with Animal Farm, the group turning in unison, the assumed leaders.
See what I mean about hating to love?
Is it just me?!