I have attempted to watch this once or twice in the past but found gazing at a bunch of people mooching around a room doing nothing much about as riveting as watching paint dry. Ok, ok, I know I have a low boredom tolerance threshold.

My reason for writing about it is because I noticed an article about it in a newspaper. The journalsit was complaining about the sort of things that people in the house did – like farting in the bathroom or plucking out extraneous hairs. Continue reading ‘Big Brother’