For ten seasons I managed to avoid the summertime lure of Big Brother, with its shiny logos and and rampant nutters and press coverage hogging. Yet, I have fallen at the last hurdle and succumbed to watching the final 11th season. I am hooked. I've even sneaked a few minutes viewing pleasure from the live stream. Seriously, who actually watches that? Other than the poor sods that make it and the person who writes "Rolling News" for The Sun.
I must be going soft, because I think the reason I've kept with it is the blossoming romance between John James and Josie. I don't think I've ever heard myself with such a ridiculously sappy phrase before, I hope this won't become a routine thing for me. But they are so sweet, as sickly sweet as noshing down the entire takings from a successful Trick Or Treating excursion. He is being an utter gentleman, another sentence which rarely enters my head - though not for lack of soppiness, more due to the general lack of it in menfolk. He is a good looking guy, maybe not my cup of tea, but still, he could have his pick of the laydees. What with all the tits-out skinny types floating about, in the early days I figured thats exactly what he'd do. But the bastard has only gone and flung my theory that 99% of men keep their brains in their boxers right out the window. Okay, so maybe I should just include him in the 1% that make my theory a rule and not law, but at the very least he has increased my faith in blokes to reduce the percentage to maybe 95%.
Josie is a champ. Great personality and thats what she uses, she doesn't rely on her looks. I'm not saying its because she can't - by no means is she unattractive - but it is her personality that makes her a genuinely beautiful person. She obviously doesn't think that, she very much doubts it anyway. She keeps referring to her size negatively too, and while she's no size zero, she's hardly morbidly obese!
And so John James falling for Josie has proven that maybe he isn't after one thing. Its proven that maybe looks really don't matter as much to people as I fear, and that maybe whats on the inside really is what matters to people, not double D cup and 0% body fat and having a face thats like summat off d'telly.
I think what I'm trying to get at is that I see myself as being a bit like Josie. Loud mouthed and usually laughing, would talk to the wall and get on well with most people, yet really very insecure about the way I look and really very doubtful of being in any way attractive to someone. So maybe thats why I've gone a wee bit sappy and gooey over them, it is a little bit fairytale. And unlike the Bridget Jones movie, this is real. And gawwd only knows I've had my fair share of Bridget Jones moments. You know, the eating Ben and Jerry's and listening to sad music type moments, not men vying for my affections by wrestling in public sort. Then again I love ice cream and hate confrontations, so its win-win really. But where is my knight in a rather off putting oversized beanie hat? Hmm? Le sigh.
So if he turns around after Big Brother ends and its all a sham, I will start burning men at the stake, or just move into a dingy flat, buy several cats, wear only dressing gowns, and liberally rub myself with cabbage to get that authentic crazy old lady smell and accept my fate. At least I'll stop using hideous phrases like "blossoming romance" - shudder.
