Oh no. I didn’t realise it was back.

Big Brother, won’t you please fuck off…

Another bloody twelve to fifteen weeks of random people all over the bloody place wittering on about people I’ve never heard of and who I couldn’t care less about who simply happen to be sixteen not-entirely-random people chosen generally either because they are freaks, will make good TV for some other reason, have an “interesting” background or are likely to be sexually attractive to people. Not to mention the inevitable media hype and whatever this year’s “scandal” is going to be.

I’d rather shove sixteen TV executives in a house with no food and water, and promise to let them all out if any one of them could actually come up with an original fucking idea. Only I’ve got a feeling this would be classed as premeditated murder.

As I said for those on twitter:

REMINDER: Could anyone talking about #bb10 please hashtag it so it’s easier to identify as part of the tide of shit I don’t want to read.@ThePickards

I do fully accept that people have a right to talk about it. I’m just asking people please to clearly mark blog posts and tweets about it so I can more easily tune them out. That is all. Yes, I am being grumpy and bad-tempered about the whole thing.

[Although coming as it does on the back of the elections, this whole reality TV thing is leaving me wondering if at the next general election it might be appropriate to stick each wannabe prime minister in an I'm A Celebrity kind of thing. Not that I think we should choose our politicians in this way, I'd just like to see the leaders of all the political parties having buckets of cockroaches emptied over their heads. Alternatively, just give Ant and Dec access to the House of Commons...]