Shut up already!

Everything is Big Brother or Wayne Rooney at the moment. Yaaawwwwn. The woman doing a quiz show on telly just gleefully announced Mr Rooney will be out there and may be able to play in a match. Big whoop.

I saw a bit of Big Brother yesterday: I have this tendency to leave the telly on while I'm mucking about on the computer. Some ghastly young woman was ranting and raving in the diary chair about two of her housemates, (one of whom seemed to have done a bit of a Lolo Ferrari). She's dead. She died in 2000 in murky circumstances: at first it looked like suicide through drug overdose, but then it seemed to have been deliberate suffocation. Her husband spent a year in prison, but was subsequently released without charge. Her life-story was quite sad, it seems from the Wiki. Anyway, she was going absolutely mental about these people. I think perhaps Big Brother ought to slip some bromide in her tea, or something.

Another one seemed to have a very limited vocabulary; every other word was fuck or fucking. What on earth does she say when she's really angry or upset?

I sound like a right old fart. Oh well.