Okay people, pipe down!
*nobody pipes down*
Please can everyone be quiet, Big Blogger has things to say!!
*no-one becomes quiet due to Big Blogger having things to say*
WOULD ALL YOU LAIRY BASTARDS SHUT YOUR F***ING CAKEHOLES AND LET ME GET A WORD IN EDGEWAYS!!!
*everyone freezes, then hastily turn off their iPod's, stop singing to themselves and a blissful hush falls upon the house*
Thankyou God. If I ever meet the twat that invented the iPod I'll show him exactly what I think of his invention in a not particularly nice way that will involve large metallic objects with sharp corners, an industrial-sized jack, some snooker balls, and his bottom.
But that's enough of my violent fantasies, let's get back to more important matters, ie. is Jack's dad actually alive? (one for the Lost fanatics wherever you are), and whether or not Dannii Minogue is a suitable replacement for the short and oh so sweet Lil' Louis Walsh? Anyone? Anyone?
No? Nothing?
Alright. You haven't gathered around that non-existent Matthew Williamson-designed coffee table with matching shaggy turquoise rug just to hear me waffle on about popular telly culture references, have you?
Of course you haven't. You want to know what feats I'm going to ask you to perform for me next, don't you?
Whoever said no (Tippler, that means you), get to the back of the class.
Okay, everyone shut it and listen carefully.
Here is your second task:
"Seeing as we all know who everyone is now, and we have a vague idea what everyone looks (and smells) like, and we know that Neil is evil because he likes Keane (I hope you were joking about that young man), and because we have what would appear to be enough alcohol stashed about the place to keep the entire population of eastern Europe pissed up for the next 6 months, Big Blogger would like all the housemates to come up with a brilliant housewarming party for all of the housemates.
I want to know about food, drink, music, entertainment, performing monkeys, naked cleaners... you name it, you shall have it!
This will require some serious thought, so I want detailed plans, schedules (if appropriate), and generally any bloody thing you can think of that would make the perfect party for this bunch of weirdos.
The deadline for this task is midnight on Thursday. You're all serious party animals (apparently) so this should pose no immediate difficulties for any of you."
Once everyone has completed the task a poll will go up in the sidebar where both the housemates and the viewing public can vote for their favourite party idea. The winning party will then take place almost immediately afterwards, possibly on Saturday night, and Big Blogger is definitely invited. It's his gaff after all.
Talking of polls, the first main vote will begin right after I post this, when the poll to see who the public want to be evicted come next Tuesday goes up at the top of the sidebar. It will sit there for a week, teasing and tantalising you, and because Big Blogger can't work out how the fuck to stop it showing everyone who votes exactly what the current result of the poll is without totally arseing up the html to the point where is just doesn't work anymore, you'll all have to deal with the slow and inevitable reality of your possible eviction in the best way you can.
I would probably blub like a big baby, but then it's not me who's going to be getting evicted, so I couldn't care less.
Yes, I'm heartless! But you have to be to get ahead in this business.
So make hay and be merry, while you still can...
MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
BB
You pretend to be hard - but I know there's an inner child in you, all sweet and fuzzy trying to get out...
Posted by: penfold | Monday, 04 June 2007 at 23:25
oh, the voting!
thats my favourite bit.
(apart from what i just saw in the diary room)
Posted by: little bugger | Monday, 04 June 2007 at 23:34
"slow and inevitable" eh?
Ooh, I kinda like the sound of that BB.
Posted by: bedshaped | Monday, 04 June 2007 at 23:34
How can you make hay? It's already been invented you daft twat. I've seen it. Fields full of the bloody stuff.
Can I vote to evict Little Bugger? Seems far too intelligent to be hanging around these parts....
Posted by: SpanishGoth | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 03:50
Fields od hay? I think you'll find that is a pretty novel idea.
I make a pretty pendant so I do.
Posted by: Honey | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 06:48
.. who can't type.
*hangs head in assumed manner of shame
Posted by: Honey | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 06:49
I vote for Frank Siroco. He's looking for JackĀ“s dad.
Posted by: Alex | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 08:21
Oooooh, a party! I'll have to have a good think on that.
Posted by: Joseph | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 09:00
oy Goth-face... watch it! ;)
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