In The Summertime...

It's summer, the sun isn't shining, the grass is still green. It's Britain, what do you expect?

Again, this little blog as become unloved and uncherished, so it's about time it got a nice little addition and some love and attention.

Big Brother is the first topic on the agenda. It's been running for the entire summer, and everyone has forgotten they're even there. Essentially they are now just there as a precaution against swine flu. While everyone else in the country is being struck off, one by one. The dimwitted retards in the Big Brother compound will come out fine and well, with the eventual winner being given the task of re-populating the human race. A new human race, with every one of them coming from the same celebrity hungry gene pool. Superb.

So, in order to prevent this catastrophe, five new housemates were added. One of which has since escaped, and then another has simply walked out. Leaving Bea, the hippy, Hira, the one who no one actually knows is in the house and of course David, the gay from't Dewsbury. Awesome. So the only good reason to watch Big Brother now, is to hope and pray that Marcus flips and kills everyone.

In other news, the daytime TV of choice is Come Dine With Me, probably the most simple TV show, yet, the most effective. Jeremy Kyle can carry on doing what he's doing, but give me a sarcastic narration and some rubbish chefs any day over him.

In the world of film:

Bruno = Hilarious.
Transformers 2 = Fun.
The Hangover = Hilarious.

Bye for now.