I might have given the impression that I am somewhat of a swot, head buried in books, at my happiest when planning and writing essays; anyone who knows me well knows this is far from the case. I have a secret pleasure - one that I am mocked for but I just can't help myself. I've tried to kick it over the years but something keeps drawing me back, sucking me in. I have to admit it - I am hooked.
I watch Big Brother, a UK reality show and, for those who have been away on the planet zog, it is a show where several strangers are stuck in a house together and the cameras film them 24/7.
Now most people of a certain intelligence are meant to shy away from this sort of populist tv. They think it is mindless dross, aimed at the lowest common denominator of the viewing public. They mock me for admitting to enjoying it; they say they would never in a million years watch this sort of tripe and they then proceed to discuss housemates with me (thus giving a lie to their not having seen it).
After the first ever series 10 years ago - it was new and innovative then - I didn't like the thought of being addicted to a television programme. Therefore I ignored the second series the following year, missed out on the Helen and Paul saga and could join the sneerers. However, when BB3 began I followed it avidly and thoroughly enjoyed it and have watched it ever since. My favourite series was the 6th (the Makosi show) because I somehow managed to obtain access to the live streaming (normally impossible for those out of the UK) and could watch much more of it, not just what the programme's editors chose to show. Those were the days.
So, we come to the current series and this is a series that Channel 4 have done their best to ruin. There is very little live streaming, I think it is on from about midnight to 4am. The show that most people watch is a highlights show which is on for an hour. There are some good forums that some interesting people post on and the biggest topic of all is about the lack of decent live feeds. Many 'names' have joined the plea to Channel 4 for them to resume it but they are adamant. How much easier it is for them to control things this way. They don't have to worry about housemates saying things that can cause international outrage (remember the Shilpa Shetty business?); they don't have to pay staff to sit and watch the show all the time (lucky buggers); they can drum up support for the feeble videos that they post on the show's official page - some fans will watch them just to get a bit more of the show - a lot will not go near the place (yes, that's me in the latter camp).
The bookies' current favourite, Freddie - a sweet, vague, rich guy that most in the house do not like - is the person I am rooting for. I stuck a fiver on him the first night and really hope that he manages to pull it off. I'll always go for brains.
Now on to other things:
Cynthia was kind enough to give me an award recently. It is the Palabras Como Rosas award and is for 'words that like roses, leave a wonderful perfume, lingering for a while'. Now I no longer pass on awards but it would be lovely if some of you were to take this image below for your scented words.
Talking of scent - I have finally tracked down the source of a strange smell in the kitchen. I shouldn't really admit to this but, in the interest of proving that I am not a domestic goddess, I have to confess to finding a potato that had turned into brown mush right in the far corner of an almost inaccessible cupboard. I used to be much more diligent about this sort of thing - who am I kidding?