One rant on this, then its canned.

I'm not surprised. Or shocked. Or amused. Or entertained. But there you go, that's Big Brother for you. I capitalised that purely so that you get the right frame of reference. I'm talking about car-crash t.v., not an elder sibling.

Recap on every blog ever: First one was interesting, rest were shite. I was wondering precisely how they were going to dig themselves any deeper. The problem is (IMHO, and that's honest, not humble, nothing humble about me) is that when it was first aired, its was original. Fresh, new, exciting. A group of normal people locked in a house to see how they behaved under a magnifying glass. Superb. Some survived, some cracked. As it should be. Now, the production company behind the series (as its become) seem to be searching for deviants with a look-at-me complex that isn't satisfied with being a twat in whichever village is now looking for a new idiot. It's no longer a social behaviour experiment. Almost exactly the opposite. Lets stuff a bunch of oversensitive egomaniacs in a room, as see how long it takes for one of them to start bitch-slapping another. Do the gene pool a favour: lock the doors, and set fire to it. I'd watch that.

And that's the last you'll here from me on the subject. Unless of course, the house does burn down. Look for a future post along the lines of "HAHAHHAHA!!!11!!1" or "I didn't do it, guv. Honest".

Twenty Quid well spent

Grabbed another three Lee Child books, currently reading Tripwire. Can't talk, must read more. Later :)

Unfortunate

Sometimes I guess people just drift apart. Be it a lover, a family member, or a friend. The only expression I can think to describe it is... shit happens. People change, and those changes dont always work out for the best between the people involved. Ah well, never mind.

No, I'm not turning into an emo, just overtired :p

On a completely random note, have you ever noticed how you can give some individuals exactly the same, well, *thing*, that you gave to a thousand other people, but the individuals always seem to generate the most obscure (valid, but still obscure) problems with it? People never cease to amaze me. Tomorrow, I'm gonna grab a decent coffee, a decent book (maybe a Lee Child, One Shot was fantastic, maybe more on that another time) and watch humanity through the slightly smeared glass of a little coffee shop that isn't full of pretentious monkeys, and has a barista that's quite possibly the nicest person I've ever met. She makes great coffee, has a fantastic figure, and smiles no matter how shit her day has been. She's either somewhat close to perfect, or fairly well dosed up on prozac.

Back soon.