Day 2 in the Big Brother hoose...

And already it's that time again... In so many ways it doesn't seem a year since geordie twat Anthony boogied his way out of the hoose with the meagre winnings of £50,000. Yet it is!

I often wonder whether it's wrong to get so much pleasure out of this horrendous TV production, as despite the fact that the contestants enter themselves into this show, they always seem to think that they will be strong enough to withstand the humiliation and bitchiness that lies inside. Yet the contestants are usually such social anomalies that their predictions are misguided. They inevitably leave the house dejected and suicidal, greeted by a sea of "boos" from an unsympathetic London audience. However, it is great telly. So I justify this in two ways: Firstly, BB is a social experiment. At least it was for the first year or two. But it certainly is interesting, as social beings, to observe interactions in a limited environment. Why else would we watch soaps? It sure ain't for the acting in Hollyoaks (and I'm not partial to high-maintenance bleach blondes or headingley-esque bemulleted trendy indie kid fashion). Secondly, it is interesting to see what the nation warms to in an individual. Previous winners have included camp extrovert Brian whats-his-face (Dowling?), girl nextdoor Kate Lawler, virginal Scottish Christian Cameron, and a Portugese tranny. And the aforementioned geordie thicko. Two of them, I think. I see no theme.

Anyway, let's peruse this year's line up:

Bonnie - clearly depressed and can't speak properly. Coming from Loughborough is only part of the problem.
Tourette's Pete - too much to say on this one. Contrived, though. I hope.
Mikey - sexist twat. Fit, though.
Imogen - Welsh. Everyone will heart her for obvious reasons. And not that she's Welsh.
Dawn - second depressed housemate. She should win and realise that life's not that bad. Like her, the cynical beast.
Glyn - Welsh #2. Thinks he's hot. Not.
Leah - boobs. Responsible for best quote ever on BB: "well if you're ugly you should spend 10 grand on yer face". Brilliant. Look at her.
Geroge - rah. Regrets going in there already.
Shahbaz - Scottish Muslim queen. He's so happy. Already hated by alpha males everywhere.
Richard - the sexual terrorist from Canada. "Mountie".
Grace - rich Londonite dancer. But not posh. Stick thin.
Lisa - deaf Mancunian. "'iya. Y'oright?" are the only words in her vocabulary. Like her a lot. Entertainingly gobby.
Sezer - "Sezer's Palace" (x2). Rich arrogant potential apprentice winning sod. Fit.
Nikki - footballer's wife wannabe. Fick. Dirty.

I love every one of them. Could obviously never live with any of them. Apart from being on my telly for the next 12 weeks 24/7. I am delighted.

Who's with me? I know they're awful, but it's such good telly.

Moon. xxx

intolerance

It is time for a change. I have always been the kind of person that says things to please. Then, if someone pisses me off it escalates until I am livid. I have recently adopted a new approach of thinking, "sod it, I'll bloody tell 'em!", which has not had the desired cathartic effects I was aiming for. However I do feel proud that I can tell someone to fuck off if needs be (as indeed I just have - there has been a recent "issue" with a neighbour. He is a twat and I decided it was about time he learned so). The product of this is that I have become an incredibly intolerant person and I quite enjoy mouthing off at any opportunity. The builders drilling apart nextdoor, for instance, have showered my house front with plaster dust. Is this acceptable? I think not! Tomorrow I shall become unneccarily angry at them, probably. My house front is a mess, but it's my mess, and so that is fine. Their mess is plain wrong. I'm quite looking forward to a bit of a row. Hope they're not agreeable.

I do feel it necessary to apologise for this selfish rant, but I decided to bash away at the keyboard as opposed to venting my anger in a productive way. Could go on the treadmill, but no, might eat an Aero instead. WH Smiths have restocked with the old orange ones, incidentally. Top that!

Moon. xxx

tolerance

In celebration of frankien's thesis submission we decided to drink Leeds, last night. And as a result I am mildly tender this afternoon (slept off the morning). However as I age the body's coping strategies are a-changing. In youth there would be no hangovers - just utter sickness on the night of over-indulgence. A few years on brought increased tolerance and therefore no sickness, but pounding heads on the subsequent day. Contemporary drinking produces one of two extreme behaviours: I am now familiar with personal limits and am, on the whole, sensible and so do not cross them. Thus no hangover (today is an example. Tiredness is exempt). If however limits are crossed the hangovers now last 2 days, which, although drinking until unconscious is not wise, is too much of a punishment in my opinion. Maybe this is nature's way of saying "oi, Moon, you've had your fun. But now you're getting older. Stop getting so pissed".

The other issue of tolerance that has come to my attention lately is a political one (sorry for combining two separate topics under the same posting. But (1) I couldn't be arsed to post twice and (2) it's a shallow attempt at a comment-tally-booster. Thursday's local elections produced a vastly different pattern of voting behaviours to the general elections, i.e. Labour performed appallingly and the Tories very well. The Liberals were reliably unchanging. Now, although Labour's reputation hasn't been pristine of late (Clarke and Prescott, not to mention the revelation of Cherie Blair's £7700 spending over the last general election campaign on hair styling) I would hope that voters are not fickle enough to allow such slanders to radically alter their political leanings. Which got me thinking... It seems that the public may vote more honestly for their local councillors because they probably feel that the elected will have less of an impact overall on the major issues. So, voting Tory may be OK whereas one may find that difficult to justify in a general election, as it would make you an official right wing bint on a grander scale. After discussions with friends over general elections some have admitted to voting for whom they feel they should vote for, in a moral rather than a tactical sense. I find this quite concerning if there are at least 40% of people living in the country who are "honestly" Tory. Clearly the argument could be reversed so that people are more apathetic in local elections and more careful in generals, however I find that less convincing in terms of reflecting true opinions. Any thoughts?

Moon. xxx

PS

Bank Holiday Mondays = chavas' day out, apparently. Woodhouse was booming yesterday, although in a more friendly manner than usual. Recently I have become aware of my fear of chavs - call me predjudiced if you like. You'd be right. I am not proud of this fact. But with the Mayday sun (despite it still being pretty freezing) the chavas were a-mingling and in high spirits. A toddler even kindly gave me the opportunity to buy something from his garden. Sadly, however, I did not require a broken plastic tractor thing. His selling manner was one that Sir Alan Sugar would have been proud of. He attracted attention by leaning over his fence and barking. That kid's going to go places. I predict Little London. For drugs.

PS I'm sure that not all chavas are bad. Just the Woodhouse ones.

bread of heaven, bread of heaven (sing it with me)

Here a few comments seeing as it's been a while since there's been anything posted by myself on here. Because I didn't want to spoil the ever-increasing comment tally on the previous post. Thanks for that!

I'm a little taken aback by the fact that Songs of Praise is still on telly on Sunday evenings. Followed by Antiques Roadshow. Now I would have thought that the BBC would rather not maintain tradition merely for tradition's sake, as they could create something that would be more of an earner for the corporation (don't try to retaliate with how much of the license fee is spent on Doctor Who. It's obscene!), which must mean that SoP is still pulling in the ratings. I can just about comprehend that the Roadshow would get some interest, despite my ignorance for all things old*. But I am surprised that people still tune into SoP. The words still flash up on the screen, karaoke style (not sure when they'll add the dance mat arrows for a more interactive viewing). Now I'm not going to get into the debate about whether Christianity is in decline in contemporary society - I had enough of that with the last posting. But I am genuinely taken aback that people would still find this interesting. Aled Jones hosts (at least he did yesterday - I can't claim that I tune in regularly). What a nice young man. But he made his fame at a similar time to young Welsh lass Charlotte Church, and look what happened to that sweet and innocent choir girl. I would have thought that our generation would not take much interest in SoP, and as we grow up SoP would die out. However it's still going strong. If the tunes were good I'd support it, but they're a bit drab, on the whole. Let's move on.

*old and therefore boring

It's getting sunny, a bit - woo!

I have decided it's time to purchase a digital camera, as my current one looks a bit naff now (despite having an exciting zoom). Could I please have a little advice on what kind of spec is required, please? I'd obviously like quality pics but am no photography genius so there's no need for fancy extras. Apart from video. And lots of memory.

My home internet is still buggered and it is making me sad. I have thus far managed to avoid the little sod who lives in the house upstairs, who I like to blame for the broken connection. I think he feels he can fix it. However he's quite possibly the most irritating person I have ever met and therefore a lack of internet is preferable to having to thank him for fixing it.

Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, do be de de do be deeee...
(Anyone else familiar with hymns?!)

Moon. xxx