This was all so, so unjust for inadequate Rula. Lots of will now possibly remember her career for 2 things; Rock Follies and this TV Folly. Rock Follies was perhaps the start of her profession in the public eye and this TV Recklessness looks like being completion of it. Wish a cat-food commercial, Rula! In justness, though what a nightmare she need to have discovered herself in – a 57-year-old, plainly past her physical best, finding herself among a Mata Hari (Faria), a Sissy Fight It Out (Chantelle), Britain’s Primo Slapper (Jodie) and also, to cover all of it, Baywatch Babe Traci! A lot of lady well past a certain age would constrain at the thought of taking on any one of them, inadequate Rula had to take on the whole lot and she shed, in spades. I believed George Galloway was right in his comments after she did that ridiculous striptease – she was, undoubtedly, trying also hard. Who would not have their self-confidence shaken? The take on face she put on perhaps wasn’t the best one either. Go to bed with a countess, get up with a count. I select my words really meticulously below! Gee, I ‘d rather go to bed with Pete – a minimum of he looks the exact same in the mornings as he does last point in the evening!
A (not quite) singing version of Jade Reward.
She is so extremely self-possessed, the producers should have been thrilled beyond belief incidentally she withstood Dennis Rodman Sufficient is being written about her currently; I have no more comment other than to onlooker she seems areal-life version of Billie Piper’s character Rose in the present Dr. Who.
Everybody recognized Pete Burns had a tough time choosing what to use for the day but what concerning inadequate Dennis, eh? Let’s (hypothetically) listen in …” Uhm it’s time to rise, what kind of appearance shall I put on today? Little Lord Fauntleroy? Nope, did that the other day. Geisha? No, Pete’ll do that any kind of min” (and he did). “I got it – lem me see now, just give the ol’ tattoos a burnish … get them pointy studs all in … adjust the baseball cap so … and also there it is – 3rd circle of Heck! Yay, me, not that I offer a crap …”.
Did any person note that while Pete Burns obtained horrible raggeddy when he ran except booze and also cigarettes, both Dennis Rodman and the charming Traci Bingham obtained grouchy when the food obtained low? They being the two pro athletes it had not been whatsoever unusual. I discovered Dennis complaining that training without appropriate food had not been way too much enjoyable. Probably the first time he’s ever needed to do it.
And also did you see how he stabilized on the exercise ball with one foot while he did raise? Have you ever attempted that? Do you know just how TOUGH that is? As well as he made it look so easy! No wonder this guy is big league.
Poor, inadequate Jodie. Just how unfortunate and muddled she seems. I gather, however, that there’s an extremely positive passionate as well as likeable lady in there somewhere. She appears to be gathering acolytes rather than making relationships, confusing followers with friends. I kept in mind when Pete Burns and also Michael Barrymore were attempting to get through to her late one night, Michael recommended to her that she attempt as well as envisage a certain situation just for the benefit of argument. Oh no I could not consent to that, states our Jodie, that would be immoral and also I don’t inform lies. Something comparable seemed to be occurring when she was talking to Davina McCall after her eviction, Davina delicately suggesting that the various other housemates had been trying to act in Jodie’s best interests as well as Jodie went promptly off on a full tangent in her reply.
I believe myself that there’s a huge rock sitting in the head of Jodie Marsh, never ever described, never ever to be confessed to. What exists under it? Something that Jodie finds so terrifying that she noticeably gets away from considering the rock’s really existence.
One presumes that self-contemplation is not a routine pastime for Miss Marsh. A shame, as hardly ever does one experience a light bulb that really, actually does need to transform.
Poor, poor Jodie.
( Sam) Preston.
Just like Dennis Rodman, I had no suggestion that Preston actually was. I collected he remained in a band called the Ordinary Boys, and going from his appearance as a whole, I ‘d have placed them someplace in between the Jam and variety of ska bands, say, The Selector? Later on in the show we were treated to some Ordinary Boys songs and it looks as though I wasn’t too far off the cash.
Aside from that, I knew nothing before concerning Le Preston and I know little else currently, aside from that he appears to be a perfectly decent type of geezer with, I instead think of, significant lady problem on his plate.
All quite average, as a matter of fact.
What a piece of work is this male! Just how boundless in frailty, his new personna suggests, as well as I have no reason to think anything besides that the face we saw was the actual one. He appeared a perfectly suitable being, flawed, ragged round the edges, as well as while he and also Pete Burns together both presented an ability to provoke winds of real laughter (from me) it’s Barrymore that has the touch of genius about him, the air of one driven to perform yet refuted his phase. I really hope the UK does what Pete claimed it must as well as opens its arms to invite Barrymore back. He’s a tonic for the country. We probably need him more than he needs us.
Twisted embittered genius. Youngsters will probably be too young to realise this but in the genre of movies known as noir, in small, run-down and seedy clubs in the boonies of Anytown, USA, the kind a Private Dick would inevitably find their way to when they were looking for clues or following leads they ‘d find the Heroine of the movie. She ‘d be seated, alone at the bar, she ‘d have a cool drink that she hadn’t paid for in a tall glass in front of her and she ‘d always be smoking. Whatever happened, even if it happened right in front of her, her face would be frozen into a mask of disdained amusement. In other words, she ‘d look like Pete. Assuming that’s what he had in mind when he had his plastic done, he’s got it dead right.
For me the best times in the house were when the Pete and Michael show hit the road, late at night or early in the morning over coffee and cigarettes when the rest of the house was asleep. Funny funny funny.
Who was it pleaded with George to go and speak with Rula because she was feeling so bad as a woman? Pete.
Who was it spoke up so volubly for Barrymore after being evicted, saying how much he needed to be rehabbed back into this country? Pete. Not quite such the monster then, eh?
The delightful, the truly gorgeous Traci Bingham. Every man should have a Bingham of his own. starting with me. The rest of you can get your own, though, I want that one. See how she went straight into a series of classic brilliantly executed girlie poses for the photographers as she left the house? An absolute professional, a master of her craft. And how beautiful in her red devil costume! Cheap to run too, (once you’ve bought the mansion), give her alcohol and she wanders around making small, happy sounds all day (whether you want her too or not). Does the guy she’s engaged to realise he’s marrying one of the Clangers? “Oh my Gah-had, it’s the Soup-Drag-gen …”.
I don’t think Traci understood the show, which goes a long way to explaining why she was so devastated by being nominated. Observe when she was talking to Davina at the end, she said how hard she ‘d tried to be a good housemate. I suspect she thought you had to win by proving how pleasant you were to live with and dutifully went out of her way to be just that. I don’t think she had to go far our of her way at all, either, I think she really is that nice a person. that’s why she was so upset at being nominated, she thought she was doing something wrong on a personal level to the other housemates. Hence her shock and surprise. You get the feeling that to a certain extent, once you reach a certain level of stardom your life is run to a large extent by your agent; Traci and Dennis both gave the impression that they simply went where they were signed to go and did their best when they were there.
What a clear-cut warning to us all of how politicians plan to use us. We seem to be no more than stepping stones to their own self-serving ends. How did he serve his constituency in the BB house? His blustering complaints about censorship left me unimpressed.
I noticed too that when there was the first a major disagreement in the house – I believe over a misunderstanding about racism – George it was who suggested that a round table discussion be held which George, seemingly thoughtfully, offered to chair.
Thus, it begins. How long before, in order that George may the better to fulfil his post as arbiter of the house decisions, not be made to suffer the distractions of, say, hunger; shouldn’t he be given a bigger share of the food than the others, so that his thinking may be clearer and not distracted by hunger? It’s in the best interests of the group as a whole, after all; he’s the decision maker.
In the same vein, we might conjecture, how long before George’s sexual needs/desires must similarly be given priority over the others, the women of the tribe, sorry, house, should be encouraged to offer themselves freely and regularly to George over and above the others. All in the best interests of the group, of course. Politicians, eh? They never close.
Maggot, the common man – the voice of reason, as he said. A straightforward decent guy. Good to see he got over his initial reserve about Barrymore. Why was he concerned about his image, I wondered? How genuine can he be if that’s a concern? Subsequently, though, he proved himself a steadying influence on the rest of the household.
The Big Brother experience must have been very difficult for Faria. I thought she behaved throughout as I imagine she was brought up to be, dignified and reserved. I never thought she was a slapper, or in any way cheap, when her sex life got her in the news. Her business, I would have thought. I was subsequently a bit disappointed to hear quite how promptly she was hawking her BB story round Fleet Street but, I suppose, a girl has to be practical and topical if she’s going to make money that way. For me, the most interesting thing about Faria was her apparent inability to express the emotions she was claiming to feel. I put this down to her upbringing to and there may be a lesson there for all of us. Imagine a girl bought up in strict circumstances in old established traditions, then abruptly cast out of that culture into a new and different one. She’ll know how to function emotionally in the old culture, her appropriate upbringing will have prepared her for that, but in this new (by which I mean, ‘Western’) culture, one where the world has moved on from the time that birthed the culture she was raised in, she struggles to express emotions that she has no name for. We’re probably all a bit that way at times as the world turns faster. Our childhood upbringing can less and less prepare us for adulthood as effectively the two happen in different worlds. Poor Faria. I liked her.
Big Brother grew up and found its feet here, this was ground-breaking TV. It still seems the fashion in newspapers that somehow, inexplicably, appear to consider themselves and their readers above Big Brother viewers. It’s only for the oiks is the subtext of the copy in pretty much all the nationals.
Synchronise watches, tv kids; only a matter of time before they change their tune and accept that here are observations made on life in the raw, that the spat between Dennis and Chantelle, the spats between everybody and George, everybody and the confused unfortunate Jodie Marsh, weren’t far more riveting viewing than anything scriptwriters could have dreamed up. It’s been an age in coming, but Big Brother seems to be coming of age.