My head is filled up with the following: marketing the website, writing up an interview with Pari, who owns the largest collection of Biba stuff in the world; buying my daughter ( who is known as The Lady ) a pink bed; going to two press views next week and wondering whether it's appropriate to take The Lady with me ( or ask my mum to look after her, or swap her nursery round, or just not go to the press views ) wondering what to make of Big Brother and if I can be bothered to find something deep and meaningful in it.
But, I guess that BB is a reflection of our times. Get rich and famous by doing sod all. And now, it's got to the point where to become well known the wannabes aren't even prepared to do time in the Big Brother house. Shabnam wants to leave ( after five days, mind ) but is concerned that she'll still get her 'deals.' Hmmm. So you go into the house for less than a week shout rather a lot and wear the same horrid pink dress and still you want a 'deal' to become ... er, what exactly?
I don't know. maybe I'm getting old. Actually, thank God and everything holy that BB wasn't around when I was 21. Because I would have applied for it for sure. And if I'd got in, I would have been emotional, annoying and probably shagged some tawdry bloke under a rustling duvet. And then where would I have been???
