GO GO BIG BRO!

I like to think myself a fairly intelligent person, leading a full and varied life and with more than enough friends to keep me occupied.

So why can't I stop watching/talking about Big Brother?

It has been weeks now, and I'm still utterly obsessed.

From Dennis' removal for spitting in Mohammed's face, to Rex's girlfriend Nicole getting shipped into the house on Friday, I have been sat in front of my TV gasping, laughing, and screeching in rage like it's some drawn-out, slightly trashy pantomime.

The worst part is I'm not a bit ashamed of this, either.

I just find it fascinating.

Plus, I think this year has to be my favourite, as for once my opinions seem to be in the majority both in and out of the house - each week, I've (sadly) punched the air in a silent "yes!" as the nominations are announced and another evictee bites the dust, Davina-style.

Justice seems to be served more often than chickpeas in the House this year.

The voting public finally seem to be voting for goodness over coolness, and I think this can only say good things about society, classless TV show or not.

Yes, even Luke's eviction was satisfyingly sweet for me, despite me singing his praises in my last Big Brother article.

I have been sat in front of my TV gasping, laughing, and screeching in rage like it's some drawn-out, slightly trashy pantomime

Laura Vickers

He was surprisingly disappointing with his paranoid, two-faced nature, and so I am ceremoniously eating humble pie and officially singing Cookie Love - down with bitchy housemates, up with Happy House!

The one thing that irks me about this series is the continually made assumption that happy and nice = boring.

Personally, I think it's refreshing to see people enjoying themselves without it being at the expense of others, and I'd much rather watch happy people than bitter ones.

Surely happy housemates are more likely to want to mess around and entertain us than ones who think everyone is out to get them?

Maybe I'm missing something, being the soppy Darling Buds of May fan that I am, but I haven't found Kathreya moaning "I look like a potato!" or Darnell and Mohammed dry-humping in bunny costumes, for instance, the tiniest bit boring. What's wrong with that?

Luckily for me, if you're happy and you know it you seem to have a good chance of staying in until the final, as the public this year are relentlessly evicting the not-so-chirpy housemates.

Of course, we mustn't forget the much-repeated mantra 'Who goes? You decide'.

I know I have - I'd much rather have sunshine than rain any day.