The mind body and soul task continues, with housemates aiming to improve themselves in these areas in order to win the group a luxury shopping budget, and to win themselves as individuals the chance of immunity from evictions. Ironically, it is only by leaving the Big Brother house that housemates will truly start to improve their mind, body and soul.
I don’t actually mean that, I just thought it’d make me sound sardonic and satirical; because of course looking down on Big Brother is what truly intelligent people do.
Once again Gerry stood out the most for me tonight. He is just so frustratingly annoying. He once again turned self-analytical today, reducing himself to tears as he really got to the root of all his problems. Apparently he just keeps pushing himself too hard in life, to exhausting and unsustainable levels. “One degree wasn’t enough, so I had to get two.”
Two thousand men wasn’t enough, he had to get three.
But seriously Gerry, get over yourself. You’re part of a growing epidemic of people who’ve grown up being told to value their inner feelings, and to really get to the bottom of what defines them as a person. And of people who’ve watched too much Oprah.
All this psycho-analytical bullshit is not constructive. At best it’s self indulgent, and at worst it’s lazy and a way of finding excuses for yourself. “Oh, I know I flew off the handle there, and it was out of order, but it’s because I’ve realised I have some deep seated anger issues.” By making everything about ourselves seemingly so complex and deep, we are assigning the blame for our unacceptable behaviours to something out of our control, when it actually is controllable – if we want it to be. To let yourself get angry and then to put it down to a fundamental part of your character, or the fact that you weren’t allowed chocolate more than once a week as a kid - it's selfish and idle. And to call this insight in others the mark of a sensitive, perceptive and intelligent soul – please. It’s armchair psychology for the pseudo-intellect
Sorry, I’m straying from the point, this isn’t the time or place for me to be preaching the fundamentals of my new religion (seemingly based largely on denying people the rights to emotions). In Big Brother we still trust.

In other news, the political activist in Carole kicked in today when she refused to go to the Diary Room when called. “Piss off,” we saw her prone, beached figure yell from bed. “You can show this as well, fuck off.” How George Bush stood up to the likes of Carole and went ahead with the war amazes me. It can’t have been anything to do with Carole’s lack of concisely formed arguments, for we saw today that she can put her point across in a reasonable and balanced manner. It also isn't likely to be the fact that any form of vitriolic display promptly reduces her to tears either, as she is a strong and canny woman don't you know.
I can only assume that it's because she has trouble walking when her feet are playing up.
That show is for fucking idiots - like my fucking wife. GET A FUCKING LIFE - WHAT A LAME SHOW.