I’ve been watching Big Brother. I watch it every year, and I’ll not stop this year, dammit. In fact, it’s already getting fun, what with random evictions and the housemates rumbling BB’s secret rooms and suchlike. I enjoy it every year – though last year was a teeth-gritted test for even me and my undemanding scheduling needs – and I can probably even defend my liking of it. But, generally, I don’t feel the need.