
We have all seen the ad, where herds of former BB contestants celebrate the fact that Big Brother will be taking over. Now these are some of the busiest people in show business, so if they could find time in their very hectic schedules to promote Channel 5's reboot, the least I could do was watch.
I'd heard the rumours about who was going into the Celebrity Big Brother house, Charlie Sheen, Mike Tyson, Fabio Capello, even Elvis! So I was full of expectation as the show started, what would Charlie and Fabio talk about? But as we got going it all seemed pretty familiar. The long walk way, the sad vaguely excited crowd with their production company made banners and the dulcet tones of Marcus Bentley. Big Brother without his voice would be like Darth Vader without James Earl Jones.
The first change was the presenter, none other than Brian Dowling, who looks like the result of what would happen if you put Ant and Dec in a blender. After a few minutes, I heard myself utter a sentence I never thought I'd say "I miss Davina McCall" Sad but true, I longed for her shouty enthusiasm. In retrospect, it did take talent to get excited about this kind of stuff. Nostalgia is a bitch.
After a bit of Brian banter and the first of many, many ad breaks we were ready for the main event, the celebs. Writing now, I can shake my head woefully but, last night I was full of hope. In a moment of delirium, I did wonder if Elvis would come back from the grave for Celebrity Big Brother! I could hear Brian Dowling screech "You thought he was long dead, but he's been in hiding all these years for this moment...It's Elvis Presley!" We got Kerry Katona. And we would have to wait right until the end before we got anyone as 'famous'
OK, I know who Amy Childs is and Tara Reid is Bunny Lebowski but that was it. As so called celeb after so called celeb trotted out, I found myself paraphrasing BB legend Nikki Graham, shouting "Who are they? Who are they?" Even after Brian Dowling had told us who they were, I still didn't know who they were. Then as the mumblings of the wet, disappointed crowd was drowned out by the sound of barrels being scrapped, we hit bottom. Some model bloke who wouldn't even recognise himself wandered out. It just made you wonder how long the 'NO!' list must have been. We needed a big finish, had they saved back Charlie Sheen, or Mike Tyson? No, it was Jedward. But I found myself excited that I had actually knew who they were. But not excited enough to finish the show, I switched off.
Disappointment hit me like a tsunami. I had no enthusiasm to see how this motley bunch of idiots would gel in the house. I doubt even Davina could muster that much enthusiasm and that's saying something.
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