Big Brother finished last night and I had a bit of a tear in my eye when the winner Trevor proposed to his girlfriend Breea. If that ever happened to me I don’t know if I’d be pissed off that someone proposed to me in front of a live audience or just really happy. I guess if I was in love I’d be really happy. I think Gretel knew what was going to happen because when Breea came up onto the stage after Trevor won the million bucks, Gretel stopped his mum coming onto the stage at the same time by saying just wait over here for a bit or something like that. Even though I didn’t want Bree to win the money she did really well at the end. It would have been hard this year being up on stage waiting together like that and then being shunted off to go and have a look at your new car. I think I said at the beginning that I thought Bree would be in the last three and while I changed my opinion of her during the series, my first instinct was correct.
I would have liked Paul to win as he ‘kept it real’ and for me keeping it real is saying what you think about what other people do. Trev was probably himself in the house but he didn’t have any or many opinions about other housemates like Paul did and I like the way Paul tried to stir the pot. It did make it more interesting for me. When Paul was evicted on Sunday night I sat in front of the telly yelling ‘no, no’ just about until my voice was hoarse (well maybe not quite that much).
It’s interesting that the auditions for next year will be by the applicants being handpicked according to Behind Big Brother.
Now I can go back to not rushing my son ready for bed by 7pm each evening as I won’t be sitting down to watch yet the 500th re-run of The Simpsons.