Friday the 13th, a day when people blame normal unfortunate life incidents on an insignificant number. So what was the worst thing that happened to you? Missed your bus? Had the world's worst day at work? Or did some Playmates thrown your skinny jeggings into a cold swimming pool.
Poor old Frankie was a victim of Jedward's handy work, when they dared the bland blondies to chuck his clobber in the pool; it's the only chance he has to getting the twins wet so he really should of rolled with it.
Tonight saw the eviction of Natasha Giggs, and a couple of things spring to mind when I cast an eye over her exit; did she really manage to change a nation into thinking she was a nice person, when she was seen in bed with Kirk flashing a nipple, and do celebs have some sort of training in how to walk in seven inch heels? If so I need to get me in on that master class action.
My mind is torn on Ms Giggs; one minute I feel sorry for her and the next I cannot understand how she kept up such a sordid secret for so long. But the surprise of the series is the blossoming friendship with fellow WAG Nicola Mclean, which I also have trouble believing is genuine. We'll see if Nicola introduces Tasha to her hubby at the show wrap party...
One thing I am very disappointed by is the lack of airtime Romeo is getting. Not only is he well buff and ting, but his voice soothes me before bedtime and I really want him to do something interesting so my myth of fit guys having no personality is smashed into pieces. So far I have only seen him dressed as a pig and working on his guns in the gym, hardly compelling viewing and barely enough to make two minutes worth of footage to put together a shred of best bits. But with a house based on drama he will never get a look in unless he creates a toxic atmosphere, so I feel a nasty Big Brother task coming soon.
I feel like producers know the show is a bit of a dead duck, and they have to create false drama for it to be in the slightest bit entertaining. They wanted Natasha and Nicola to tear into each other, Natalie to feel insecure around all the fake women, Frankie to have sex live on air and Georgia to string an actual sentence together. But with none of this happening they rely on the tasks to force arguments, when it is always better if this comes naturally. Bring back the days of Dowling, where it was good wholesome family fun, banter and arguments about going nine pence over budget with the shopping. Ahh, good times.
For me, the star of this year's show is Mr Marcus Bentley, aka the Geordie voiceover for Big Brother. He has been doing his job for so long that now he finally gets to take the piss a little, by saying what we are all thinking, and my highlight has to be from Thursday's show, where Michael was shaving and accidently cut near his ear. Queue Marcus and "Michael has had an ironic shaving accident" comment; TV gold that Andrew Stone would pay for.
I'm still holding out for Frankie's TV moment, as he has to do something to cling on to his 15 minutes of fame, or maybe he thinks he will be the next X Factor judge like Andrew did. Come on Cocozza, crack on with those birds and let's 'av it!