Jacko Fiddlybits

An attack on this syphilitic sore of a show is long overdue, and no number of braindead morons arguing its merits to me will change that. It is symptomatic of our times that people will watch this tripe, and more to the point, deify the assholes that put themselves through the wringer, making B – grade celebrities out of them. If, like me, you have more than one braincell, and have actually sat down to watch the thing, you will be astounded at the brain melting, narcolepsy inducing boredom of it all.

There is nothing quite as utterly fucking dull as watching a group of people living in a house, eating, sleeping, being set challenges by the show’s organisers, arguing, and spouting the most insanely dull bullshit that appears to pass for conversation among these pricks. A show like this makes you realise just how boring most people actually are. You find yourself wishing that one of the fuckers would pull out a minigun and redecorate the house with human flesh, such is the level of tedium. But the people, that is, the audience, are the real dickheads for being completely taken in by it. Haven’t any of you idiots got lives? You know, where you do things that are like, interesting? Constructive? Exciting? Good for the mind and soul? Whoops. Sorry. Almost made you think there. Can’t have that now, can we? Especially in this all encompassing Age of The Imbecile. You can go back to putting a new dial tone in your mobile now. Fuckheads.