BB8

At last, Big Brother 8 has started. I'm not interested in which neanderthals are on this year's list. I couldn't care less about arguments over who used the last of the Marmite. Nor care I nary a tinker's cuss about which slapper will sleep with which boy band wannabie. No happy reader, it means that I can leave my Celebdaq account running on autopilot for the next two moons. Huzzah.