"I'm craving reality"

"I'm craving reality". This was said by one of the Big Brother house mates last week. It was then said again by me today...

Today I also spent the longest stint of my life so far in the gym. Ok ok, so maybe there was a summer, say when I was seventeen, and had finally been let in on the knowledge that the gym played second home to some of my tiny towns hottest men. Again, total lie! In hindsight they were actually rather chunky and not muscley at all, but I am in no position to judge since I was not there to tone...

I happened to really enjoy my three hours (yes, THREE!) playing on the cross trainer, treadmill and even the bike with the hideously uncomfortable seat, but I would be lying if I claimed this was down to exercise and not arguably one of the most well known reality TV shows to date. Now let me reassure you that despite being an active lover of the trashy television genre, my feelings don't usually extend to Big Brother. I wouldn't dare sit at home for three hours watching BB in the middle of the day. Don't get me wrong, I see no shame in watching it at 10pm, after the run of hilariously dramatic soaps, but to me, during the light of day when you should be working, watching three hours straight of Big Brother is so very nearly as bad as laying on the sofa dazed by Jezza. Just sayin'

But I bloody loved it! I am usually more of a sucker for structured reality, but this series has had me hooked. Why? WHY? Why Amy? Because it actually shows us some REAL human emotion. That's why.

These poor buggers cooped up in that house don't always have the sweet deal their (maybe slightly naive) brains lead them to think they will get. A few things have come to my attention. What if the production company choose to vicitmise a housemate? Big Brother has control of what the housemates do, and what we as the viewers see. They have the ability to control their actions to cause friction and arguments, which although makes for fantastic watching, raises some serious questions on human rights and discrimination. We are then only able to see what they want us to see, exaggerating certain personality traits and provoking strong reactions of love or hate. Then there is all this bitching! The words two-faced gets tossed about more than some of them change their clothes, okay not the best example, but when you think about it, who else do they have to talk to? In a concentrated group of people you only have each other to talk to, or you vent to Big Brother. This is then built up with music and a clever commentary and voila! Shouting, screaming, laughing, crying and a few hours later... Gossip galore! Ayayayaaaa.

It really is, or in my opinion, just might be the most real reality TV out there right now. And tonight is THE night, the finale. There is exactly forty two minutes until we find out whether Sam, the peoples favourite or Dexter, this season's biggest game player wins the dollar and life long glory that rolls on with it. I am also leaving for holiday with the fam in three and a half hours. So I do apologise if this little ramble of thoughts hasn't tickled your taste buds for a bit of the BB hype, but I really must go and finish squeezing my too many shoes into my impractically small suitcase, and be off to get my tan on.

Adois Amigos!

P.S. If you are even remotely disappointed that you read this too late to catch the final, do not fear! Celebrity Big Brother starts this week again too!

P.P.S. Big Brother you probably now owe me money for promoting you to every dick and harry I come across and yes I know I sound like I watch too much TV. Whoooooops!