There’s no denying that this years CBB has been an explosive one.
But then, it was totally designed to be.
This year’s housemates
were, without a doubt, specifically cherry picked for their individual outrageousness
in order to make the house as volatile as possible - as soon as possible.
I had so
many expectations about the people who walked down that runway. I knew once in
the house, certain personalities would clash on a momentous scale in their
ego-driven pursuit for alpha status. I also knew that it wouldn’t be long
before the claws and the real personalities came out as a direct result.
When I found
out that Katie Price was going in, I couldn’t wait for her to wipe that smarmy
shitfaced smile off Katie ‘In my previous life I was a Tesco Lasagne’ Hopkins'
face.
But sadly,
it wasn’t meant to be and you’ve got bonding over cups of tea and short
memories to thank for that.
It seems
that as soon as the ‘feisty’ characters walked through those infamous BB doors,
they somehow left behind their backbones on the way in.
I’ve always
thought Katie ‘Good farm stock’ Hopkins was a nasty bastard and unlike some of
the spineless shits in the house, my attitude towards her hasn’t changed one single
bit.
Pantomime
baddie or not – She’s still a complete and utter moron.
Her obstinate
views are stuck somewhere up some 19th century aristocrats arse and
her opinions are foolish and pig ignorant and I’m being extremely kind to the pig
at that.
She manipulates
every single opportunity to elevate herself by making others feel inferior but
she does it in a very Machiavellian way - luring them (and others outside the
house) in closer and closer so she can insult them (you) in a more ‘friendlier’
fashion.
Her pathetic
attempts at crying because ‘Compliments are my Achilles Heel, darling’ are
contrived, disingenuous and would give any alligator a good run for its money.
I’m quite
disappointed that Michelle hasn’t picked up on (or doesn’t have the balls to
address?) how Horsey Dolly openly patronises her to her face . . . and poor
KP’s spider lashes nearly blew clean off when Red Rum called her weak for not explaining
the reasons why she nominated Calum in the manner that dictator-in-waiting KH wanted
her to. And yet, no one batted a heavily mascaraed eyelid.
So that’s
why I kind of like Perez – even if it’s
just for the sheer entertainment value of seeing him get right up that massive snotter
of hers.
I read in a
rag recently that they were thinking of putting KP’s ex best friend in the
house (the one who shagged her ‘I’ve got impulsive shithead think with my
cock disorder’ husband). I genuinely
hope they don’t.
I hope they
put in the wife of the bloke who got lost on his way to Specsavers and ended up
half naked in a field having sex with a horse instead.
