토요일, 5월 28, 2005
one thing that's a sure sign that summer is coming in england: big brother season!

the big brother house has finally been filled, and once again, the strangest collection of people are being forced to live together so that the rest of the nation can get a glimpse of what dysfunctionality really is in this world.

faz left a comment on my previous star wars episode three post, and there were a couple of questions that sparked my fancy.

1) imagine gizmo as darth vader?

gizmo: *hisssss hisssssss splutter* meeeeeeooooooooooowwww luke meeeooooow... i wraaaaaawllll am yourroooooowwwwww *hiissssssss* fatherrrrreeeooow luke.... *seethe choke hisssssss*




it would be an interesting turn of events, not to mention that the cast catering buffet would have to install a litter tray and some kit-e-kat treats in case anakin got a case of the nibbles.

2) yes! big brother! kemal has bolted himself to my heart already, bless his little jewelled bindi. one thing though, his whole demeanour reminded me heart, soul and body, of a certain tutor of mine. let's not go into that now, shall we. *shifty-eyed* anyhow, here he is! the marco of this season's big brother!





Kemal is "...the ultimate Diva with a passion for sex, chocolate and the Eurovision Song Contest." sheesh, how cute? i was squealing like a fool on the couch when he appeared, clad in a red sari. Boy could not understand the appeal at all, and averted his eyes.

this, i believe, is the faz's yummy italian man...




you know faz, i hate to tell you this but from where i'm sitting, roberto, the "excellent package with few faults" (i quote!), looks a bit like the sharg.... (cue: voice trails off. squeak.)

omg! this woman was going on and on about not being racist, but she then went on to say that she didn't like foreigners being let into the country! whatever!!



she was like, "i'm not racist, but all these foreign people shouldn't be let into the country." *boos from the audience* and for someone who goes to the gym five times a week, i'm surprised her boobs aren't firmer than they were when she walked into the bb house: the satin equivalent of orange blancmange. pah! we don't like her. period.