Big Brother

Well as it’s the final tonight the Rooster thought he would make a comment. Many of us don’t give a flying fuck about a bunch of self obsessed, neurotic jade goody wannabees. However, on the flip side there are people out there who obsess about it and base their very lives around the 9 or 10 o’clock start time and organise eviction parties for their mates. Invariably these people are girls or people who are very gay.

In the middle there are people who I like to think are the majority of the Lovechickens, who consider it just a bloody programme but starts to dislike or like certain characters. The Rooster is one of these, sometimes I could ignore the programme as I would a request to ‘pop’ down to IKEA by the Ayatollah (the Missus) but on occasion Big Brother would induce such strength of feeling in me that I would be jumping up and down throwing obscenities at the screen with such gusto, not seen since Arthur Emyr attempted that drop goal against Australia when we were about 30 points down and it was only 4 points a try.

This Big Brother did exactly that. Firstly we had to deal with Shabaz who was gay, Scottish and of ethnic origin and who, because of being an utter cock has put back the cause of homosexuality, Scottish devolution and multiculturalism thirty years. We then had to put up with that nasty twat Grace who had nice legs but a face like a constipated Koala.

Highlights this year for the Rooster, as he is of a Welsh persuasion is that there has been a very Welsh feel to the whole thing. Imogen was, is and always will be a stunner while Glyn has shown that you can be counted as one of the most intelligent housemates and still be thick as fuck. However the Rooster is proud of him and while I am not sure the other Lovechickens will agree (the Yanks won’t give a shit), I am backing Glyn to win. I think the money is on annoying noise monkey Pete or that blonde bird who wants to be like Ali G.

More importantly this week is the continuation of the Tri-nations. Playing each other so many times in international rugby is ruining things. I will go into this some other time but surely it would be more exciting bringing in Argentina into the tri-nations rather than playing each other so many times. Anyway the Rooster is out in the Welsh capital this weekend drinking with our favourite half French-Canadian with no social skills, he may even phone the six foot Jap as well.

Regards
The Rooster