Gee, You'd Have Thought There'd Be an Encore

I've already given the All About Eve speech, so moving right along ...

Thanks everyone.

I was whisked out of the house last night to meet a tranny who looked like Davina (when she was still on the smack) and found myself amidst a smattering of applause and one crazy old loon, who reminded me a lot of Carol Kane in The Princess Bride, shouting "Booo. Filth. Rubbish. Booo."

"It's all just panto." I was told.

I've spent the last 24 hours in debriefings (and we all know how painful that can be, 'specially since I was going commando), photo shoots for Heat, and meetings with Katie Price's literary agent. They want to publish my first novel (a riches-to-rags story of a marketing executive turned collocation guru to the Kazakhstan mafia) and my autobiography (an eerily similar story with the names changed, a larger font, and lots of unretouched pictures).

Thanks to everyone who made this such a pleasure, and to the rest of you as well. Big thanks to those who stuck it out to the end (whether you were in the house or not). I'd like to give a special shout out to Penfold who, unbeknownst to him, helped prove that blood is thicker than lust.

"So I suppose this means should vote for you and not the hot surfer guy?" my sister emailed me a few evictions ago.

And a huge special thanks, and several packets of tranquilizers, to Big Blogger for making this all work as well as it did.  Ahem.  As I used to sigh at brand meetings gone wrong, "don't you just love a good cluster fuck?"

As I said in the house, please give a shout if you're ever in London ... I'd love to meet up outside these secluded confines and buy each of you a proper drink.

Cheers,

Bob

PS:  I'm really chuffed about keeping my martini scepter and looking forward to receiving my box of Thornton's Continental, a shiny new copy of Lord of the Flies (is this the new version where Piggy fights back?), a DVD of Prison Break, a furry Russian hat  (will it smell of Stalin?), dubious gay pornography (excellent!), lint and/or Dutch Cheese, a chainsaw (small but powerful) or some Wurther's (surely those went to Supply Blogger?), a Manneken Pis corkscrew (which hopefully will fare better with red wine than white), booze (although we know somebody who might be able to use those anger management vouchers), the neon navel ring (wheeee, a fresh piercing!), a load of mini Snickers (like there haven't been enough of those),  and a bottle of Highland Malt.  Hmm, I see some people didn't list their prizes.  I'm certain they'll be all the more fabulous for the surprise of it all.

Thanks again.

Comments

[Laura]

Congrats, Bob! Much fun...

And thank you BB and SB (and LB for the short duration) for the amusement and opportunity to explore some fabulous blogs.

I've become a fairly regular reader of many "housemates" - enjoying Spanish Goth (i often refer to myself in the third person, so can empathize a bit), Tippler's rants, the adventures of bedshaped... I've become particularly attached to Clare, Angelala and of course Cat - the brave women who toughed it out with a houseful of gnarly, testosterone-charged men.

Ahh... and Penfold. Like Bob's sister, i realized that i'm a sucker for "artistic, musician, ex-pat, surfers who happen to be doting fathers to beautiful young children" types. Ok. So he's the first of this type i've encountered, but i'm now fairly warned that if i run into others, i'm in trouble. And like Bob's sister, old friendship prevailed over turgid loins, and i voted for my dear friend Bob... (sigh)

i appreciate the efforts, and look forward to next year!

[enidd]

well done bob! unless you want to wait until enidd's next visit to molvania, would an item of california tat be acceptable in place of the russian hat?

oh, and where should enidd send it?

[penfold]

Cheers Bob! Congrats for prevailing and it's good to know that your sister (and indeed good friend Laura) had the sense and strength of character to desert me in my hour of need.
(Turgid loins? Cripes...)
If you're ever in Portugal...

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