Boredom set in and i'd had enough of being told when to clap and when to shout. Having realised we are not actually 'Lucky' ticket holders but un-paid background artists, the evening was soured.
Winning CBB for me was a fantastic experience, and if I could only give one piece of advice to any of the housemates it would be simply this, relax - don't forget to be nice and enjoy every single moment of it!
I'm not suggesting I want to see the celebrities sitting cross-legged in the living room singing 'Kumbaya' together (unless, of course, it's a part of some class of fabulous task). Arguments are as valid and necessary a part of the 'Big Brother' experience as anything else. But there has to be more than that to make it enjoyable.
If ever there was a story of a woman walking eyes wide open into car crash territory, then over the past week we have been watching it as Sally Bercow's marriage to John Bercow breaks down in public.
Look, as much as it distresses me to draw any kind of attention to Katie Hopkins, and her ongoing quest to lodge herself at the forefront of our consciousness, I'm beginning to notice an alarmingly increasing number of people on my Twitter feed, who should really know better, singing her praises, or hailing her as some class of camp icon.
I don't know about you but I would have paid Pricey's check (if the real Pricey would have shown up) for Channel 5 myself just to see her deal with the drama that ensued early on. Who cares whether the house calmed down after she arrived? We weren't watching for that.
Whatever the reason, the final was the biggest let down in TV history, as the show truly belonged Katie Hopkins and her dashing Prince, Calum Best. But hey, it can't be changed. Katie Price is officially the winner of CBB Series 15! Therefore, we'll just have to remember the sensational action packed weeks that led up to what would be now forever known as The Worst TV Final Ever.
After what seems like a thousand years, Celebrity Big Brother finally came to a close. Against the odds, Katie Price won. Katie Hopkins pretended not to mind, and mentally re-wrote the headline of her Sun column, as "How I came second" doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "I won but I still hate all of you."
Perez Hilton became a show within a show that threatened on more than one occasion of engulfing Celebrity Big Brother and despite the boos that greeted his every mention, there would not have been a programme worth watching without him.
It is often thought that absence makes the heart grow fonder and it looks like there may have been a part of Katie Hopkins that was delighted that her sparring partner had returned to the house to wreak more havoc in only the way that Perez Hilton can.
The two Katies are feuding on Celebrity Big Brother re the costs incurred by the local authority of transporting Harvey to school. Katie H. thinks Katie P. should foot the bill herself. Katie P. responded that said bill would be "up to a grand a day."
I can't help but think that it must be hard for The Sun's readers to absorb credible stories about women, since the first image they are met with is boobs.
If you strip CBB down to its basic format, it becomes quite depressing. The housemates are for the majority a product of the world we live in, in which any old Tom, Dick or Cami can have a camera pointed at them and be led to believe they are famous.
This is going to continue throughout the whole of 2015 because after CBB we've got the General Election where the politicians will argue, the papers will print embarrassing stories and somehow this will result in a lot of airtime for Katie Hopkins.
Could it be though that he is just really proficient in unravelling the personalities of those there with him and with this ultimately being 'just a game show', is playing them for who they really are and showing the viewers a side of his housemates that they were hoping would not be revealed?
I looked at the Page 3 girls and hoped I'd look like Linda Lusardi when I was older. I blushed when various family members and friends would comment on my body - no part of it was left unscrutinised by the people that surrounded me, male and female. I'd say that started around the age of eight.