I've never before been subject to what I can only describe as reality brain washing.
Thanks to my boyfriend forcing me to turn on Celebrity Big Brother in it's early stages,(ok I wasn't pinned down against my will but still, I don't like to admit to it) like a teenager taking her first drag on a cigarette I was hooked to the explosive and, yes, some what actually entertaining drivel that has made it's way into my religious nine pm ritual.
How I hear you ask? I often ask that to myself, but my poor, shrivelling as we speak, brain is addicted.
There is something strangely entertaining about watching 12 people who believe themselves to be "celebrities" take part in stupid tasks that must have been dreamt up by someone who has serious mental issues whilst we, the common public, have a good old laugh at how much of a complete nob head they are making themselves out to be. Yes, Lee Ryan I am talking about you.
In a way the sheer act of going on a programme that brands the contestants as celebrities is near enough an admission of either being a one-hit-wonder, a nobody or past it... and of course in dire need of the money, *cough* Linda Nolan*cough*
This year's Celebrity Big Brother has been branded as the most successful series to date, and has been extended due to its popularity... I take solace in the fact that I am not the only one who has been sucked into George Orwell's 1984 nightmare.
Perhaps big brother is watching me after all...