2011 Big Brother

9/9/11

This is crazeee. Heaven’s Gate, Mark’s House, and Thomas’s huge John Thomas!

All 14 of them in. Far too young an average age. All far too good looking. No eccentric, weathered people. Hmmmm.

10/9/11

Marion wrote:

PS – like your new icon, Des. Classy!

Thanks, Marion. Taken from here: http://classicalhorror.wordpress.com/

And thank you for an excellent aide memoire of ‘characters’. (Except, should be Tom not Tony?)

Meanwhile, it seems to me that Ch 5/BB have designed specifically here for sexual encounters and little else…

11/9/11

I wonder if one should look on the works of Mankind and Despair … and here I have found myself in a quandary. Either truly horrified. Or ‘artistically’ horrified at this half real / half unreal slice of life today. Whether, in the context of misguided freedom, it is or it is not ‘well worth a closer look’? Is humanity just skin deep? In this context, Marion, Faye looked blank because, as she said, she did not consider us to be animals. But then, of course, we have Becky’s Urolagnia to consider, a drip feed that Sartreanly closets us all ‘in camera’ …

12/9/11

Thanks for that perceptive build-up of impressions of the HMs, Marion.
I think the first two HMs into the House, Mark and Maisie, are the most engaging so far. Mark Mark for possible winner?

Not too impressed with most of the others but – unlike Marion? – I think highly of Aaron and Louise as quasi-seasoned wisdom-holders. “Well worth a closer look.”

But spot prize for Anton quoting George Orwell (even if pre-prepared during brainstorming sessions with his advisers before entering the BB House) – “in the land of Deceit, Truth is a Revolutionary act”. Is that a genuine quote? Not checked it out, but it rings true and sits well with my own “synchronised shards of random truth & fiiction.”

Yes Harry is a slow burner or blind boil. I’d forgotten about him. Can anyone win who (illegally?) chases and kills foxes with hounds…?

13/9/11

Maisy James is an elfin form of that ‘fifties pinup’, methinks, someone Tolkien would have liked to have put in LOTR if his imagination had been strong enough.

Anton and Aden have the ardour for the chase, methinks, in the Forest of Arden… The dirty, frond-dark chase.

Jay is Avian Flew with garish markings and disease-ridden croaks, grounded by its own inability to soar mentally beyond its eye-patch.

Over the years, there has always been some poetic truth to BB in spite, sometimes because, of its own denizens’ mirings in a wish to fly towards a misconceived celebrity heaven from a too real TV hell.

Marion wrote:

But what is truth? I have been considering the astonishing claims of Tashie and Anton concerning Pamela. How odd that they should both blurt that out. Is BB being an agent provocateur and asking leading questions which we do not get to hear and thereby setting them up?

A good question. And those not reading this thread will be further decontextualised by not even seeing that question asked let alone answered!

I am still taken with Rebeckah’s use of the word ‘doppleganger’ – was she fed this off-stage? She seems to be some sort of Temptress … planted as a hyponotised mole or, in your words, Marion, ‘agent provocateur’?

14/9/11

I like Alex and her ugly-beautiful face and her long fairy-tale doll’s hair.

Marion’s portrait of Rebeckah is, having thought about it, spot on. “Well worth a distant look”, to keep one’s own face clean and soul pure-white. A single too close a look is enough to sully us crowding-in, peer-pressure students of human nature. The Ka-tet ab initio, of yet inscrutable motives. Or simply pre-prepared triple-bluff mole-acting? (Ka-tet or wolf-pack?)

Marion’s comments yesterday made me realise that one doesn’t always hear the full two-way exchange in the DR between BB and the HM. We are being fed decontextualisation and conflation, if not tendentiousness, by some higher BB in the pecking-order of narrative levels…

The Ka haunts me.

15/9/11

Jedward Rules: http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/RX1NCHPB7T5F8/ref=cm_cr_pr_viewpnt#RX1NCHPB7T5F8
Bears out my Gilbert and George comparison.

And I note Kerry and Lucien are getting it together for OK Mag!

If Tashie were in Tashie’s Tragedy by Shakespeare, she may win awards as an actress. This is BB at its most cringingly brilliant. Tashie is a phenomenon. Part of me hopes she goes on Friday. But most of me hopes Harry goes, mainly because he carries strange Etonic baggage that alters normal voting patterns.

Rebeckah continues to brainstorm a flirtation programme and some emotional ‘dirty dancing’.

Tom’s Grandad meanwhile looks down from Heaven towards the Hell in which he’s left his loved ones. No hope for the Euro.

Louise and Maisy continue to impress, not necessarily because of their looks, but their whole auras. Aaron’s aura, too.

BTW, I’ve just realised that of the full names I gave earlier, Faye Palmer and Darcy Steele are the same person. Not really commented on Faye yet. And still can’t think of what to say!
And in Heaven’s sky the full moon weeps.

16/9/11

I think this is the most complex Housemate gestalt there has ever been, but that does not mean any one particle in that concatenation of a people Hadron-Collider is more complex than any BB particle of the Channel 4 past.

Motives are churning out of control from person to person with an inscrutable display of contagion. Not Avian Influenza, but some Aden-Anton-Aaron (as just one example) Platonic archetype of sexual-fission. The Tom-Mark dicksplay another. The Tashie-Faye-Louise-Maisy golem waits pretty-preening in the wings, hoping they, too, are not Bird Flew bait. Rebeckah, meanwhile, is a one person ‘bad-wolf’ pack, a catatonic single-minded ka-tet with her own maliciously contrived Dark Tower at the Collider’s core to which all the spinning men (meant to halt sporadically in awe) are to make obeisances.

Alex sits like a Botticelli angel on the moon above, combing her thick, stringy tresses.

I hope Harry is voted out tonight – as he is not intrinsic to the above gestalt.

17/9/11

Yes, I found all that Tom, Dick and Harry stuff – sorry, Tom, Aaron and Lovebite stuff quite shocking.

Alex’s walking task was a sheer delight.

Tashie showed dignity in the face of a public trauma –

Meawnhile, the grim gestalt spreads its remaining wings amid ugly tweets.

And since when did so many mono, stereo, solo, multiple, ambivalently aberrant or non-aberrant permutations in human mating-dances become so seamless with such publicly-viewed acceptability?  And when not publicly-viewed in the more private unfacebook past, were those permutations ever such?

18/9/11

Yes I agree we are fed decontextualisation and conflation with tendentious cameras. Makes one question the whole value of watching the programme – but it is interesting in itself to recognise such connivances and other attempted collusions with the more gullible elements of the audience. I suggest, you and I, Marion, are gullible, too, in our own ways – because nobody knows the full depth of one’s own gullibility if one tries to block it out.

The wedding was collusively fabricated although it was called in the commentary ‘impromptu’. Props provided to match the HMs’ ‘knowingness’ about the tradtional needs of BB programmers.

It is disingenuous for BB to get uptight about the mayhem and the mattress in the swimming pool. These HMs no doubt watched CBB where similar events went unpunished. So, here, the ‘collusive’ knowingness of what was required missed a gear, perhaps.

I agree that Rebeckah is at the gyre’s centre of the collusion and of her own decontextualisation of self. She’s conflated image and self even towards a gullibility of believing she’s the shrewdest shrew there.

The only HM I actually like as a person is Alex Rose Lee (from what I have seen of her up t0 this morning’s censored repeat). With Maisy James a close second. Mark Henderson maybe, too, if one sees him as the balancing good daimon to Rebeckah Vaughn’s bad one..

But what was Alex’s repeated question about ‘endobs’? Is this a code for something intrinsic to the incantatory gestaltic holism of healings from Heaven?  Or to a specific female complaint?

[Later] I have done much research to discover she was referring to a band called N-Dubz. I wonder if this was ‘product placement’ by Alex on behalf of N-Dubz? Like, I recall, a HM recently talking about skincare in this programme sponsored by Freederm. Well worth a closer look.

19/9/11

Marion wrote:

I hadn’t noticed the Freederm thing, but now that you mention product placement, those chicken suits tonight were very like the logo on a certain brand of stock cube.

I earlier had my own product placements:

des2 wrote:

Marion’s portrait of Rebeckah is, having thought about it, spot on. “Well worth a distant look”, to keep one’s own face clean and soul pure-white. A single too close a look is enough to sully us crowding-in, peer-pressure students of human nature.

des2 wrote:

Not too impressed with most of the others but – unlike Marion? – I think highly of Aaron and Louise as quasi-seasoned wisdom-holders. “Well worth a closer look.” But spot prize for Anton quoting George Orwell

Latest episode is tempting fate by symbolically coming closer to an Avian Influenza theme, with human people in close intimacy with chicken body-puppets.

I depend, meanwhile, on Marion for low-downs on the relationships between various HMs. Thanks.

20/9/11

Marion wrote:

Bless them all, they were really excited. So was I. How silly! What is it about getting ready for a date that thrills us all? But there it is – BB magic.

Indeed. Also, your comparison of the chicken dinner date with a scene from the film ‘Tom Jones’ (Albert Finney) was spot on. As is your growing assessment (mine, too) of Faye Palmer (Darcy Steele). A lovely, characterful girl.

The Rebeckah /Heaven voodoo axis is however now central to current machinations (partially concerning the battle of moral territory in Aden) – and, yes, Tom surprisingly shone out as a new beacon of rightness in this increasingly insidious context.

Meanwhile, people like Anton, Maisy, Alex etc have taken a backseat in the camera’s tendentious excerpting, although I rather enjoyed Jay’s exagerrated pleas for food (taking a cold shower for 15 hours or walking around nude for 3 days). It was the chicken dinner, Marion, that he resented missing rather than the date with Faye.

Yesterday’s sickness *as* chickens as well as being part of the Bird Flu subtext was a poetic prelude to the date…?

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20/8.11:
Meanwhile, it’s a catharsis to watch something like this. An oxymoron that makes you feel that Horror fiction has still got a loooong way to go to be truly horrific. This is so much more frightening than real werewolves and zombies. Channel 5’s BB as the half real / half fictional mirror to our riot-riven communal soul.
Not the House of Leaves, but the House of Leavings; the Something Nasty in the Woodshed that is Jedward.

 

21/8 11

“But of course, she’s from Essex; they do things differently there.”
Ditto des of this parish, Essex born and bred. Clacton Pierrrot.
Agree about the off-putting deja-vu and the glancing blows of frosty-window face-images punctuating the screen syntax.
The group-symphony’s texture – however thinly based individually – is now growing thicker: gypsies, hard nipples, chin-licking, Jedward-jouncing (much prefer the Samanda twins), — but, being a Parliament buff, I’m much intrigued by the Ber-Cow, the land’s First Lady Commoner by dint of marriage to the Runtish Speaker (the Venal State’s version of a diary-room Big Brother) … what possesses her to enact this Christine Hamilton / Edwina Curry / Teresa Gorman (from Billericaaay) / Ann Widdicombe masquerade of celebrity-self-seeking? There is more to come from that quarter. A woman who will not be beaten.

 

22/8 11:

Marion: There was a competition to crown an HM as Pharaoh. Mohammed Al-Fayed made a guest appearance and organised musical mummies and such.
Me: Anyone coming across that bald statement will wonder if they’ve left their sands of sense, or are tripping with Gaddafery in his last bunker, or we have left ours in watching this programme, Marion.
Yet, I sense for msyelf the story-line you tell so utterly entertainingly above (more entertaining than the thing itself) and I have been drawn in – as ever – to BB yet again. Inscrutability of character and of intention seen through two-way filters of truth and fiction, made-up-languages (similar to concepts in the book I’m real-time reviewing at the moment), sexual auras that you can cut with a knife and those that don’t exist or are repressed while leaping about in mock-unrepressedness (Jedward, my favourite ‘character’ in the House for various as yet inexplicable reasons) – all watched, like Parliament, by a yet-to-be-stuck-in Mrs Speaker whose eyes speak: Disorder Disorder – while remaining detached even from her own thoughts of self-serving publicity. Much better serviced by Strictly Come Dancing, than Big Bro, Madame Seeker. Come back Shilpa and Jade. 

 

23/8/ 11

The sheet task was boring. Sheets when worn on the body are merely for people pretending to be ghosts, I reckon.
I like Darryn, the geezer with red hair. Has a twinkling rage about him.
The Jedward are more like characters from the Beano comic when wearing their hair tall, jouncing around like freakish friends of Lord Snooty.
When their hair is flattened – their characters seem to become more vulnerable, dare I say, more human? A phenomenon that seems to emblemise the vectors of reality TV, if not of reality itself.
This programme is a stress-test, not for banks’ liquidity in the current debt crisis, but our own debt for watching programmes like this, we as martyrs, to allow other people not to have to watch it, but still get some benefit from the ‘interest’ and the meaningful philosophy that others doubt as existing in such programmes at all. Confidence is everything. And quantitative easing.

 

24/8/11

I’ve never heard of a ‘wedgie’ before. Nobody’s given me one, as far as I know.
Lord ‘Snooty’ Jedward – the brilliant stars I always thought they were when I first caught them on the Eurovision Song Contest. I was pulled to pieces electronically for that view. Now everyone knows I was right. My pieces are coming together.
I don’t like the filmic slickness tarting up the events, nor the instilling of brash personality into Big Brother’s voice in the diary room and into Marcus’s commentary. They’re better off with laid-back detachment as in the earlier years of BB.

 

25/8/11

The highlights for me last night – included the most amazing TV scene ever – Darryn and Tara grotesquely mooning over the ghosts of dogs.
And Bobby talking to the outside of the diary room door instead of to Big Brother.
The Jedward, meanwhile, are in a different league. TV cannnot encapsulate them.
I wonder if we viewers should be supplied with shock-devices as suppositories for real synergy with the events inside that small box that has over-shadowed my living-room since 1953…
The ‘wedding’ seemed staged, fabricated, mawkish, a professional (if fundamentally unprofessional) collusion of pre-meditation between the Hms and BB. Exactly, Marion, Hmm.

 

26/8/11

Last night, so utterly utterly BB – even the Ch 5 irresponsible shenanigans with maintaining the audit trail could not spoil it (i.e. their watching intermittently Amy Childs in the DR *during* (not after) her mining of her own brain (as helped or hindered by a giant pigeon)).
Meanwhile, Bobby Sabel’s collecting of his own body sweat then instilling it into a drink that Darryn needed to consume as part of the Wizard of Oz task – was, not only gross, but very symbolic. Sin-eating. Self-poisoning (exhibitionistically to millions watching) one’s own character by poisoning someone’s innocent body with one’s guilty body-fluids. This is symptomatic of the ’empathy problem’ that increasingly besets the world today (either individually (there are medical terms for this) and in big or small groups (social networking) (rioters?) (Libya) (UK coalition government) (the blue paint splashed over Clegg last night in parallel with Bobby’s sweat) – I could go on).
The Wizard of Oz set was well done, as were the costumes. And the Jedward were brilliant as Munchkins (like characters from the Beano again. The W of O is significant. Rupert Murdoch was revealed as a paltry figure from behind the screen at the Parliamentary sessions. And Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, I recently read, throws much light on this W of O phenomenon.
Despite Ch 5, this CBB is delving into deepnesses of which it is possibly unaware. That’s what can happen, I feel, when you mix reality with fiction in a synergy of randomness and synchronisation… 

 

27/8/11

Marion: I knew CBB would never let her be impaled
Me: Remember Noel Edmunds and The Late Late Breakfast Show…  [Having said that, I am pleased NE has regrouped and come back with genuinely the  most cleverly emotionally-engaging programme ever on TV: Deal or No Deal.]
Yes, I winced each time.
Well, I was wrong. The Bercow was jounced out – she was a woman who was defeated. But the interview was a brilliant retrenchment.
Still a lot of snazzy stagings – and trick-filming – but yes, a good first week. Well, ‘good’ in the sense of a a BB re-fix when I thought my need for it was over. There is many a truth between lip and sweat.

 

Well, no change there. Moving from Ch 4 to Ch 5 doesn’t prevent inscrutable rows between HMs scrambling my brain.
I’m beginning to like Amy Childs (BB’s own Amy Pond). “There’s nothing so random than calling Shakespeare random.”
Strange how Jedward are tolerated. Or perhaps not strange at all. The other HMs know they need to keep the action moving – and Jedward are good at that. They’ll put up with anything to ensure the biggest possible audience.

 

28/8/11
She also called ‘Romeo & Juliet’ ‘random‘, which I found interesting. Perhaps she was Juliet when time travelling.
If Amy is the Pond, who is the River Song? Tara or Pamela? And who the Doctor? The Munchkin Twins will be wearing gas masks soon. (Well, anything’s better than Hitler last night.] 

 

Marion: Perhaps the Manic Munchkins are not the only twins in the house.

Me: Pamela Tara – Isn’t ‘Tara’ cheerio in Corrie…? Or the plantation in Gone With The Wind?

 

29/8/11

Last night, I enjoyed the role-playing at the beginning, between Jedward, Tara and Amy. They are already role-playing, of course, so this is role-playing role-playing, if you see what I mean.
I agree that such utter mess-making in the task-room should not go unpunished. It should at least be seen to be punished. But I sense we shall never hear the outcome of that fish-remains body-tobogganing.
On the other hand – against my better judgement – I admired the Boyo Toast-Tower – (Boyo is a variant of Dada in the History of Art Happenings).
In line with insanity now beginning to pervade not only the HMs but the audience watching them via Tara’s Tantric Mantra, Pamela then started making inscrutable Twin Peaks like catchphrases in her sleep. The Owls, The Owls. And cheeky chaps. Not cheeky yaps. Mitch Miller.

 

Having, tonight, just this minute seen Jedward with the cling film – then exercising (exorcising?) their hair – I’ve realised they are the new Gilbert and George.

 

…and note well, if paraphilic infantalism is meant to be a punishment for yesterday’s mess, it’s not!
Jedward are enjoying it too much!!

 

30/8/11

The only sensible HM is Amy Childs whose mind has nice colourful fish swimming in it – an edgeless pond.
Pre-CBB interview:
Gilbert and George Jedward: Can we do really naughty things and then you punish us with things that look like punishments that our unique and unified talent can exploit and enjoy?
Channel 5; (rubbing collective hands together): Well, boys, it is your programme. Everything and everyone else will be there simply to put your fledgling superstar in position and then orbit round it. ———
Jedward duly high-five each other rather too vigorously, emitting a playful “Ouch!”
Everyone is indeed orbiting the twin-balanced Jedward star. Well, except Pamela, of course. She’s formed from Chaos at the Bubbling Centre of Infinity – ?

 

31/8/11

A classic Marionade. Thanks.
Not only astute on the current shenanigans, but expert on BB’s past – eg. Glyn’s song.
And ‘fauxmance’ – brilliant. If that is orginal to this thread, we shall have even more flocking to read us (and soon be on 500,000 views).
I haven’t properly mentioned Paddy before. I now know the retrocausal origin of ‘stop getting into a paddy’ as my Mum said to me as a child in the early Fifties when I had a tantrum.
There’s a Platonic Form of Tangible Mess (of conceivably ultimate Jedwardian proportions) now roaming the House disguised as an intangible ghost or aura – a symbiosis of all the ectoplasmic torments, deliria, misalignments and mental-tics parboiled from Paddy and Pamela.

 

Well, it’s really become the Twins’ Show now, in every aspect.
We’ll never know whether it was Pamela Anderson or not! I don’t really think she knows who she is herself – but she seemed more lively and sane after coming out of the house and being interviewed. I didn’t know she’d been ill in the house – or was that another delusion? I noticed Brian was talking to her in very CLEAR words so – that – she -would – understand –
Tara of the Narrowed Eyes is now taking on the role of house crazy. Perhaps she has been all the while, and just infecting everyone else with her aura.
Amy to win! Essex, ra ra ra ra!

 

2/9/11

The first section last night – Jedwardian role model for rioters! Not sure this BB knows where its parameters are.

Tara reminds me of a soothsayer on the blasted heath, amid a storm, croaking incomprehensible spells. Piercing eyes only aimed backward into her own brain…

 

LATER: You know – like – I am – a shrunken soul in a woman’s body – and you know – let me speak! –
This is not the old BB. It’s more a scripted, heavily edited, ‘show’ – and Jedward are now looting a supermarket – after their riots earlier. And Brian can’t interview for toffee. He can’t even deliver the script.

 

4/9/11

I did not understand at all the ins and outs of what (from Marion) I now realise to be a love triangle. I just thought it was some strange ballet-with-random-words.
Jedward are disturbing. Paradoxically combined precocious / stunted mental growth. Mistimed touches of talent tussling with well-timed clumsiness. Clowns and comic characters. Also Fifties or Sixties pop star pin-ups with quiffs, eg synchronised Everly Brothers or a bifurcated Billy Fury… frozen in time and strait-jacketedly naive yet, simultaneously, pre-disposed to be set wildly loose amid X Certificate factors and modern-day screen-playtimes.

 

 

5/9/11

Marion wrote:

Oh, Des – you found their school photos! You might have put a warning header up – I nearly had a heart attack!

There’s no escape now. This thread has been threaded through not forward, backward, inward or outward but jedward…

Quote:

this was the first time I have ever seen the true nature of the paparazzi. A twitching nosed, piggy eyed, heavy breathing, vulgar man.

Spot on.

6/9/11

Slicks of drooly spit from Jedw with a plac-ard waved…
But the phenomenon that gets me – Amy’s gargantuan Essex Hair-Curlers? Is this a fashion-statement (gimmick) like the huge Midwich quiffs? Or a genuine attempt to curl her hair?

7/9/11

Marion wrote:

Kerry, ever eager to play bawdy Nurse to Lucien’s Romeo,

Brillig!

Kerry’s slurring got her into trouble before, didn’t it? But it seems OK in this context.

I got into a lot of trouble a few months ago when I said I enjoyed Jedward’s performance at the Eurovision Song Contest. It was indeed rather clever. And now I’m going to get into trouble again, I fear, because Edward’s speech in the DR about loose raw ends when twins are parted and John’s separate incantation of famous autographs while he was speed-spidering his own on several flyers clinched the deal for me. I suspect they will win and they deserve to win, too. They are deceptively clever lads who semi-Midwichianly and adeptly typify this time in this part of this century (for good or ill).

The interface of Lucien and Amy again typifies the raw, sometimes inarticulate, emotions of folk beset by our autonomously weirding world to which we (you, Marion, me, and any lurkers) also need to acclimatise (by watching role-playing at several levels of fiction and truth in BB itself?) – but this couple do so only as a contrast and foil to the more adept twins.

8/9/11

I think Darryn is indeed the biggest danger to the twins. A more unlikely contest it is difficult to imagine in the annals of sanity or insanity.

In the old days, BB showed tasks in as near to real-time progression as possible, like sitting in a box for the longest time. That was pure BB. Now tasks are edged and laced with music and hindsight — and riven with unfairness and slapstick. Even the DR de-briefings of HMs are intercut between our first viewing of the extraordinary renditions of the event itself. This is nothing short of the world gone mad on retrocausality, an eventuality I’ve been warning about since the publication of Cern Zoo.

9/9/11

Last night: Jedward out as third place! What do I know about modern culture? (10.15 pm) — Well, Paddy. Could kick myself for not making that call. In hindsight, so obvious.

Now, Pamela, for tomorrow’s BB kick-off. Now is this one really Pamela Anderson!? Or some other Pamela? (Glad Bobby got a kicking for feeding someone his sweat).  Jedward, I still maintain are the bee’s crazy knees.

I don’t mind being proved wrong, Marion. Part of life’s lessons is to be justifiably criticised on the sound eventuality of facts open for all to see. Perhaps Jedward will push forward with a greater Beano comicfest of clownship by taking this one step back along with the friends of Snooty. I am pleased their hair-towers vigorously bounced back when pushed underhand. I shall bounce back, too…
Kerry Katona had a Road to Damascus, too, as she redrew her life’s path to as well as from her retrocausally converging destiny of CBB 2011. The nursing of career as well as motherhood. As dully glinting off Brian’s synthetic suit.
Onward and upward, with the metaphorical aid, not of giant Essex curlers, but of my own faith-sprung tower.

(BB continues tonight – please see eventual link to my report in comments below).