Big Brother is Dead.

I’ve just left BB to die in peace. Unnoticed by the majority its attempt to rekindle our capacity to prey has come to an end. That’s a strange thought. Other than Nasty Nick, who has spent the last ten years trying to live down his alliterative tabloid title gained from mistakenly believing BB was a game show one was supposed to try to win, all the other contestants have gladly exposed their warts and personality in the hope of lucrative post-game contracts. More importantly 99% loved and gained a great deal from the experience of rubbing against other people 24/7 without the intrusion of all our modern communicative gadgets and being able to share their ups and downs with a faceless, non judgmental voice when things got too much. This, strangely enough, is as close as we get these days to being a fly on the wall of a monastery. The only difference being God speaks with a Geordie accent. What we have been lasciviously watching these past ten years has been the progress of novice monks and monkesses towards gaining sufficient self-awareness to create a community. OK some couldn’t manage it but as each series progressed one could see the community immerging in honesty and friendship with periodic help from the ‘confessional’ diary room. In the same way that no one would have guessed a film about singing nuns would become one of the most popular films ever BB has turned out to be the monastery epic of modern television. So if you don’t want to miss out stick one of those little key ring torches on a wall opposite a comfy chair when everyone’s out and talk to it for a while. It doesn’t matter whether you think it’s God or Big Brother, just let it all out and you’ll feel much better. Me and Mothermouse have even talked to the torch once or twice with one of us being the voice of BB. Far better than Relate and much cheaper too. But then we’ve both trained as therapists, which helps. Off on holiday. By :)