Andrew Stone is fine with being nominated, no really he is. It doesn't matter that he was catapulted into the spotlight via Pineapple Dance Studios, which also had a second series, or that he has been nice, loving and funny throughout the whole five days of living with complete strangers. He is about as fine as I am with listening to Frankie talking about needing a quick tug soon, and hearing Nicola cough like an asthmatic piglet trying to cross the road.
One thing that did manage to get a little tug was my heart strings, as the Channel 5 editors went to town on the clips of Andrew nearly in tears, complete with dramatic Truman Show style music. For me he is a glaring example of someone who would sell his own nan for A list fame, and perhaps that's why he has been trying to force a bromance with Michael Madsen. The Starman seems like a genuinely nice guy, but the housemates seem to think that could be the only genuine thing about him as he does seep showbiz like a red carpet event covered in a glitter bomb.
Kim Kardashian wannabe, Georgia Salpa, is also facing the chop, but who is honestly going to know she was ever there? Kirk's crush seems to have faded, and the highlight of her experience so far was showing her boobs to all the ladies in the loo; the Nuts nightshift editors will have sprung a leak watching that footage.
The best part of Big Brother has always been the nominations; a close second with the humiliating tasks, and my favourite of the evening came from Romeo when nominating Natasha by saying 'well would anyone really regard her as a celebrity? I don't like to associate with anyone who is involved with what she was involved in.' It's great to see that shagging your husband's brother is not all gravy with the house's Mr Smooth.
I am starting to fall a little bit in love with Michael Madsen's charity shop/ jumble sale chic; I mean who else can rock cowboy boots, jeans which should only be seen on Jeremy Clarkson or your dad at a school parents evening, floral shirts and Ray Bans? I predict a double page feature on how to steal his style appearing in Heat magazine by next week.
When I saw so many gorgeous women entering the house on launch night, I knew it was only a matter of time before the claws came out and the extensions were flying higher than Andrew Stone's leg in the gym. No one seems to like Nicola, and the twins are very open in the fact that pretty much anyone with eyes must fancy a piece of their not at all surgically enhanced behinds. If I were in there I would be tapping them, bouncing coins off of them and asking if they were real 100 times more than Nicola; if you are going to walk around with your American Fannys hanging out then expect more than a few questions when your ass resembles Eddie Murphy, mid-morph, in The Nutty Professor.
Denise Welch would love it if Michael asked her some questions about her life, family and the job which she loves, but how can a man who is used to hanging out on movie sets possibly relate to a woman who likes to let it all hang loose on a weekday afternoon? The difference in fame fascinates me when it comes to the Celebrity version of the show, and the fact that Michael has never seen the show makes ever second he is on camera comedy gold.
Natalie Cassidy revealed that Andrew Stone truly believed he could be in the running for a role on the X Factor panel; sorry Starman, I think the only thing banging at your back door will be the juicy oranges that were thrown at your ass tonight. Remember love, it's only a game show, it's only a game show.