A Collection Of Words That Sum Up Belinda’s Eviction.

Apathetic. 

Rex = Ego. 

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh. 

Positive Positive Positive.

Funny twirly eye makeup.

Why the hate?

Union Jack. UGH.

Bianca Gascoigne is, in every way, truly shiteous. Why would anyone want to put themselves anywhere even near that?

Snoring.

Dull interview. God. There’s nothing there, on either side of the interview. No interesting questions, no interesting answers. Davina seems bored beyond belief.

Singing. OH MY GOD. Jazz. 

(Jazz, you know, used to be another word for Wank. As in, Jazz Mags.) 

Belinda’s Vulva. And Labia. 

Belinda becomes a stand-up comic.

Davina pimps DVD.

RACHEL REALLY IS THAT NICE.

The fat lady sings, and it’s all over, for another week. 

(Incidentally, I think we’re in for a week of surprises and things. Ratings have fallen again, and you know what that means…)