Cotton was off work yesterday and texted Stevie B to say he was ill... with suspected glandular fever! Hey, don't look at me, I told him no tongues. I can't believe that someone who seemed perfectly healthy on Tuesday could suddenly be struck down with all those symptoms within a 24 hour period (I'd been feeling low for two weeks before it fully hit me), but hey, I'm not a doctor...
[ Updated - his doctor has said it's definitely not glandular fever... ]
Tonight sees the launch of this year's Big Brother. Now in its seventh year the question is will I be drawn under its evil spell once more? I'm kinda hoping I'll watch the launch show and hate all the new housemates on first sight... that's what happened to me with Celebrity Big Brother this year and I didn't miss watching that one bit. Now rumour has it that one of the housemates is going to be a tourette's sufferer called Pete from here in Brighton... although the fact that this has been leaked to the Brighton Festival Fringe office (and probably every other media outlet by now) surely blows the whole confidentiality issue and must scupper his chances of actually entering the house? Anyway, the whole circus begins tonight on Channel 4 and I'm sure will be annoying us all for the next 13 weeks...
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Well he is in! So did you love or hate it?
Well, on first impressions I have to say they don't seem to be such freaks as last year... three days later and I'm slowly getting sucked in. Car crash TV as always.
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