So I return!
I know, I know. You cannot control yourselves. It's fair enough really, being as I am just super fantastic, so I shall forgive you your sins for I am not a vengeful god am don't fancy doing anyone in at this late stage.
To the results.
Ah balls, you all know the winner anyway. It was predictable after the first, ooh, ten minutes. Bob seems to have a way with people (that possibly involves headlocks and vast sums of non-existent cash, and other things...) that just can't be beat.
In reverse order, in third place we have the lovely...
In second place the adorable and smoochy...
And in first place, the new and undisputed heavyweight champeeeeen of the... no, wait... the new and undisputedly popular winner of Big Blogger with very nice teeth probably, is...
With a whopping 45% of the vote, that is some hearty victory you have there. I'm impressed.
And that is well and truly that for another year.
I shall be accosting all the evicted and losing housemates shortly to make sure that they send all their winners' prizes to Bob promptly, so don't think you're getting out of this that easily you filthy monkeys.
And do make sure that you tune in at possibly the same time although maybe later in the year next year when I will be taking it a bit easier than this time around, cos to be honest with you I'm fucking knackered.
If anyone wants to send me donations or chocolates (or cigars) I won't turn them away. No really. Send me stuff. Please!
Right, back to my beverage(s).
Talk amongst yourselves, and can all the remaining losers and the winner all congregate in the Diary Room for a big fat love-in with me and Supply Blogger and any of the previous housemates who fancy a bit of a knees-up and a chin-wag and any other things that involve two words with a hyphen in the middle.