I like the occupational title Maxwell has…”maintenance engineer”. That means he unblocks toilets, doesn’t it? What about dumbo diva Mokosi – the one who looks like she escaped from that 70s night club, Carwash?! Apparently she’s still a virgin. Not after you kept uncrossing your legs in the diary room, love (!)What a bunch of vacuous tosspots!

The bit that entertained me highly was when scary Mary, the psychic who claims to have been abducted by aliens (so being locked in this house shouldn’t freak her out too much), was waiting for the door to the house to open but had to be told by the voice of Big Brother to push the bloody thing and stop wasting valuable air-time. She’s a sodding psychic – surely she could have predicted that! 

So! Back to my life. I had a good weekend, mowed the lawn, went to Tesco (the one right next to the Big Brother house built inside Elstree Film studios) and discovered they’re selling Krispy Kreme donuts – Tesco, not the film studio, I mean. Now I’ve heard good stories about this product, especially since Selfridges (or is it Harrods or both?) started selling them exclusively. Hmm, not exclusive any more obviously. Any way, I couldn’t pick out a great selection because the fridge was practically empty! So, I had to settle for an ordinary strawberry filled donut coated in icing sugar. Not bad but I would have liked to have tried one of the more adventurous flavours. Oh well, a good excuse to go back. Trust me, I do have an interesting life…