Big Brother is rubbish for many reasons. It has a house full of inebriated sex-hungry social inadequates, games designed to let the house mates make fools of themselves, and literally millions of cerebrally-challenged morons glued to screens watching them do it.

Of course, these are all excellent reasons why Big Blogger is also a great idea. Plus the fact that I am in it.

Yes, yes. I was a fall-back in case some people dropped out, which they did. But I have very little pride, and so I hungrily accepted the invitation to move into the house this week.

I do not really know what to expect, what with missing the orientation meeting and everything, but it appears that there will be ‘tasks’ and ‘games’ and people will get to vote off the people they don’t like (for clarification, this means people who are not me).

Pop over and have a look. There are some genuinely funny people in there, some I was aware of before taking part, some I wasn’t. So if nothing else it has added another few minutes to my mid-morning checking-Bloglines-with-a-coffee routine.

At some point in the coming days and weeks I will no doubt make a plea for you to go over there and vote for me, because I do not want to be the first person out of the house. No-one remembers them. I do not want to be the Danny Tourrettes of the Internet. If I can get into the top half that will be enough to secure me a place on satellite television presenting a late night show about people who ride buses. Or something.

Go and have a look over there, now.

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