It's time to call it a day on Big Brother

Jul 5 2009 by Roz Laws, Sunday Mercury

I NEVER thought I’d utter this sentence, but here goes. Isn’t Big Brother a waste of time?

I’m not saying this as one of those snooty TV critics who think all reality television is junk and unworthy. I actually like most reality programmes and was glued to Big Brother when it first started.

Then it was an innovative, original show which changed the face of TV.

Now it’s just a tired format, offering nothing new and, this year, a particularly uninteresting bunch of housemates with unappealing personalities.

I feel I ought to keep up with it so every now and then I force myself to tune in. But they always seem to be bickering, so I only last about five minutes before switching over.

I find it hard to believe that Freddie Fisher is the bookies’ favourite to win. This posh bloke from the Shropshire/Staffordshire border is increasingly irritating. It’s hard enough to listen to his whiney condescension for a few minutes every once in a while, so it must be a nightmare to live with him. No wonder he gets put up for eviction every week.

The toff twit certainly lives up to his new name of Halfwit. He’s always going on about how clever he is and how he went to Oxford, but he’s really not that bright or socially adept.

On the other hand, sex pest Sree Dasari is just as annoying and full of his own importance. He keeps bragging about going to a good university too – which turns out to be Hertfordshire Uni, that well-known bastion of education.

Even Geordie voiceover guy Marcus Bentley sounds bored. It’s no wonder Big Brother’s ratings have halved.

Once a staple of summer viewing, it’s now outstayed its welcome. Sorry BB, but after ten years I think it’s time to call it a day.