Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?


Three days is all it takes to flip the Big Brother house and get it ready for a new batch of housemates. Which is just enough time for some minimum wage production assistants to run a Swiffer across the laminate and dump Shake ‘n’ Vac on the bedroom carpet. Before you know it, you’ve got a house that’s fit for, well, whatever passes for celebrity in 2013. Given that half the wannabes in the regular show are technically more ‘famous’ than those cast as celebrity housemates, we’re in a something of a notoriety no-mans-land. Nonetheless, join me as we discover which celebrities will be spending the next few weeks bickering over cereal and having electrodes attached to their genitals for our amusement. Oh, and just one more thing, whenever I use the words ‘celebrity’ or ‘famous,’ just imagine giant fucking neon air-quotes around them.

Emma Willis is looking as bright and fresh-faced as ever, despite the fact that she seems to have been standing on that stage since last November. At least Davina only ever had to work Fridays. As for the rabble of screaming groundlings, it’s always odd to see them rippling with excitement, with no clue about who’s actually going in. Their signs are a particular treat – with no one to cheer on, they’re reduced to hand painting generic messages for the folks at home. I’m sure I saw one that said“Alan, switch the immersion on.” Still, Emma knows how to whip them into a frenzy, promising “five star luxury for our pampered divas” as if Mariah Carey and Celine Dion are going to be arguing over who gets the top bunk.

Tonight’s first housemate is Louis Spence, whose special skill appears to be constantly turning around and splaying his fingers. He’s developed an annoying habit of answering his own questions, and uses far to many s-sounds for someone with such a freakishly short tongue. Most of the time he sounds like someone trying to throttle a rattlesnake. I know middle-England loves Louis, because they think he’s hilariously camp. In fact, he’s just an appalling train wreck of outdated clichés and affectations, designed to confirm every misplaced prejudice that people have about gays. He also spins around so much it’s a miracle he hasn’t drilled his way right through the stage.

Next in is Lauren Harries, who delights in informing us that she used to be James Harries, the velvet-jacketed pre-teen oddity who delighted Wogan in the 80s with his Fauntleroy-esque shtick. Clearly, enough time has passed for her to convince herself that she was a child prodigy, in spite of the archive video evidence that shows the young ‘expert’ declaring “Antiques should always look old.” Lauren has been living as a woman for 15 years, and dressing like a Rovers barmaid for ten of them. There’s also been some highly unfortunate plastic surgery along the way, which means she always looks as though she applied her lipstick with the back of her hand. On the plus side, she’s had her hair done, and could pass for Ivana Trump’s stunt double. Sadly though, her repeated claim that “What you see is what you get” just adds to the confusion. She may be finally in the body she always wanted, but she’s still as baffling as an egg-whisk in a Santa hat.

Sophie Anderton clearly didn’t learn her lesson from her last unsuccessful stint in a reality show, so here she is again to prove that models don’t grow old gracefully; they just turn into Faye Dunaway in Supergirl. Sophie reminds us all of how much coke she shoveled up her photogenic nose, and then says without a trace of irony, “Believe it or not, I can actually be quite boring.” And Stephen Hawking doesn’t do many triathlons. Having left the catwalks behind, Sophie now DJs “all over the world.” Which basically means she gets flown out to Qatar twice a year to pout seductively and plug in her iPod.

Only fifteen minutes and three housemates in, but there’s already a secret mission. It appears that Sophie and Lauren are going to be stuck in a ‘cult temple’ with Louis and his incessant, “Oooh, backdoor, stop it” nonsense. Congratulations to Endemol then, for making Sophie Anderton look like the lowest maintenance housemate. The temple itself looks more like a day-spa and brothel; Louis and Lauren spend their time judging the quality of the soft furnishings, while Sophie pretends to be easy-going. They’ve also got a live feed so they can watch the new housemates enter the main compound, plus notes on each new inhabitant. I think that means they’ve been given Emma’s script.

This year’s soap stars come as a BOGOF deal; Bruce Jones and Vicky Entwhistle. Since leaving the Weatherfield cobbles, she’s done some theatre and he’s lived in a caravan. Ah, smell the celebrity –Emma might describe them as “soap legends” but they’re bringing all the glamour and sophistication of a Matalan fire sale. “Why are you so scared?” Emma asks a trembling Vicky. “I am scared,” the actress answers unhelpfully. The two of them enter the house and seem genuinely supportive of one another, which is nice. But as Vicky descends the stairs and declares “Oooh, I’ve got them weighing scales at ‘ome” it’s clear that she didn’t have to dig deep to find Janice Battersby.

If you were thinking that Lauren Harries was going to be this series’ most inexplicable curio, you were wrong. Despite looking a good two decades older than her tender 18 years, Courtney Stodden gained a certain degree of notoriety in 2011, when she married the creepy 50 year-old actor Doug Hutchinson. Rather than just saying she married an older man, the walking cautionary tale explains cryptically: “I’m best known for my controversial union” – as though she spends her time picketing for strippers’employment rights. She adds “it’s hard to raise eyebrows in Hollywood” and given her disturbingly immobile expression, it’s clear she speaks from painful personal experience.

Abz Love (yes, really) will be familiar to viewers of this year’s surprise reality hit The Big Reunion. Speaking in his weirdly affected accent, that sounds half Turkish, half Cornish, he explains “I was in quite a dysfunctional band called Feyev.” Sadly, he spent six figures on“sex, drugs and rock and roll” – which I guess is a damning indictment of Ticketmaster’s booking fees. In an attempt at depth, he tells us “I’m happy to sit and talk, but not about shit,” suggesting he should probably revisit this VT when he’s done. He’s doing this because he needs the money and is tired of lodging with his Auntie Wendy, who I imagine is going to be spending the next three weeks trying to have her earplugs surgically extracted. Back in the house and Courtney commends Abz on his audience reaction, before squeaking like a slow puncture that she got booed on her way in.

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Danielle Marr is apparently the “star” (I’m really using up these air quotes tonight) of a show called Dublin Wives, which has all the contrived scenarios and heavy eye-liner of every other staged reality show – just with a less interesting name. Describing her controversial‘alpha female’ appearances on the show, she says “Literally everyone was talking about it.” Oh literally, how we’ve abused your once clear meaning. She recently did a stand-up comedy course, so I suppose she might be attempting humour, but she seems about as approachable as a bipolar skunk with a flick-knife. Clearly the sort of woman who doesn’t like other women, and goes out of her way to inspire misogyny in others, the Daily Mail columnists are going to love her. As she enters the house, Louis admires the skin of her “delicatage”. Bless him.

Our next housemate is Dustin Diamond, former star of Saved By The Bell and owner of the world’s worst stage name. Having risen to fame as the unfunniest thing in a show that managed to redefine what could pass as ‘comedy,’ he’s since fallen on slightly harder times, even resorting to a sex tape. Because who wouldn’t want to see Screech on the vinegar strokes? Channel 5 obviously didn’t want to splash out on the rights for clips of Saved By The Bell, so Dustin has to try and describe his role, without saying ‘corporeal migraine.’ Oddly, he still manages to seem like the most likeable housemate so far, which says something about the quality of this year’s intake. He enters the house and is painfully polite to everyone, even Courtney who seems more interested in swapping shoes with Vicky. “I don’t want to appear improper,” the blonde vacuum declares. If that’s what she’s concerned about, maybe a cardigan wouldn’t have gone amiss.

Less concerned with the concepts of politeness and decorum is Charlotte Letitia Crosby, something that washed up on the Geordie Shore. It takes some effort to make Big Brother legend Kinga seem like a finishing school graduate, but Charlotte’s declaration that “I piss meself, I shit meself” makes it clear that we’re in a brave new world. A clip from her show sees her boasting of having penises rammed in every orifice, including one in each eye. Somewhere in heaven, Emily Davison is wondering whether it was worth going under the King’s horse. While she prattles on about the intensity and duration of the wee she’s about to have, Emma tells us “I feel like I probably know her as well as her gynecologist.” Or her binman, for that matter.

Proof that reality TV is an equal opportunities exploiter, we’re also introduced to Essex’s Mario Falcone. He’s well known for his hair, and pouting like he’s trying to disgorge a shovel without actually opening his mouth. He thinks that “People are going to see me for the first time, looking like an absolute idiot,” inferring that he’s never actually seen an episode of TOWIE. Interestingly, he’s

only got three knuckles on his right hand, which doesn’t appear to have prevented him from growing into a complete wanker.

It wouldn’t be CBB without someone from Loose Women, so until they find a floor manager willing to come to Borehamwood for three weeks, we’ll have to make do with Carol McGiffin. She’s trying to say something interesting, and I’m afraid it’s something of a losing battle. She’s worried about being stuck on a show full of twats, but it’s a little late in her career to express those kinds of concerns. Still, at least all those years on the Loose Women panel mean she’s the only housemate who actually knows who the others are. As for the rest of them, just imagine 121 variations on a conversation that goes:

“So what do you do?”

“Erm, this.”

Just time for one last housemate – it’s‘Big’ Ron Atkinson. Half man, half pork pie, mostly racist. Oddly, they seem to have put him in an all-white house, so the pressure’s off for a while. But it’ll be interesting to see how he handles Lauren when she re-enters the main house. After a quick and meaningless exchange with Emma: “I’ll just go in there to see what happens. And whatever happens happens,” he enters the house, gurning like a Grumbleweed with broken dentures. His first real chat is with Mario: “You’re from Essex. Right. I live in the midlands now.” Gripping stuff.

So that’s it for another year. Less a line-up of actual celebrities, more a new compilation format called ‘Now That’s What I Call Reality TV.’ And now, it’s over to Rylan, whose ridiculous dentures make him look like a white picket fence with eyebrows. I can’t change the channel fast enough.

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Ali Mac 12:24 pm, 23-Aug-2013

I've not seen the show but I liked this review. Very funny

Arf Arfur 12:39 pm, 23-Aug-2013

Thank you for making me laugh out loud.Superb !

mick jones 12:45 pm, 23-Aug-2013

Keep up the good work Gareth, your reviews never fail to make me laugh out loud, and I'm generally a miserable git.

Professor Knowall 11:30 am, 25-Aug-2013

Excellent writing. An absolute joy to read.

Jolly Boy Bohn 10:33 pm, 28-Aug-2013

That Abz character has possibly the most ridiculous put-on accent ever.

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