The Clever Kid In The Class That Nobody Listens To.
Freddie starts crying – as Marcus notes, as soon as the Cameras whir on in the morning – because he is so observant. “My openness is getting me nominated and keeping me in the house!” he whines. I’m thrilled that Freddie has stayed in over every single person that has left, but, really, Freddie, don’t go all pathetic on us now, or the public will punch you in the bum. Kris is angry that Freddie DARE to suggest that his relationship with Sophie Dogface is for the cameras. HOW DARE HE? “It’s his opinion, he’s wrong, but,” he tells Siavash. Freddie then apologises to Kris, who semi-takes the apology, and then Freddie sings Sloop John B, the “Feel so broke up, I wanna go home” line. PRECOGNITION? (Probably not.)
In the bedroom, Kris and Sophie lie in bed and discuss the breaking of Sophie’s Mum’s rule under the covers. Marcus lies at their feet like some weird cat. In the garden, Freddie asks if he can give Charlie a hug, which Charlie allows until he breaks it off. “I feel sick,” he says. “If you ever need a cuddle,” he offers Charlie, and Charlie rubuffs with an offer of talks. “Can I lay my head on your chest?” Freddie asks, and Charlie doesn’t let him. “People will think we’re going out,” he says. THEN HE RUBS HIS BACK. Alright, Freddie, what the fuck are you doing? This is weird. Then he hugs Sophie, who is wearing a top three or four sizes too small for her breasts.
Rodrigo is given a challenge: Make somebody else in the house get down on all fours and bark like a dog. Brilliant. He goes into the garden, moans about his foot, and then goes down on all fours himself, as if gestures are somehow contagious. Oh! I see! He’s doing it to get somebody to do it with him! So, Rodrigo moves onto Sophie, and persuades her to imitate a dog with him. She takes it further, imitating licking her crotch and doing a poo. Sophie then barks, brilliantly, meaning that Rodrigo has passed his secret task, I suppose. THAT WAS FUN WASN’T IT?
Noirin and Lisa have a conversation about Marcus, and the fact that she doesn’t fancy him. Here’s a theory: Noirin is some mystical Irish beast that lures men to their deaths, like a Siren. MArcus then talks about Noirin, about how he knows he’s being lured in, but then, “why does she always says that I’m her favourite in the house?” The Marcus says something about Rodrigo, Charlie and “hot Latin temper,” but honestly, I had stopped listening. The Kris and Charlie wrap Rodrigo in a sheet and drag him outside. “If this thing break I go with my back on the floor!” Rodrigo shouts. Charlie and Rodrigo then have an argument about the fact that Rodrigo won’t leave Charlie alone. “Why don’t you go to soap opera to be an actor?” Rodrigo asks, which is an interesting question.
Later in the day, Rodrigo goes and sits in the toilet by himself having a little cry. AHHHHH! He’s like that adorable lolcat, the one with the big eyes that’s been put through the washing machine and is saying, “I CAN HAZ DRY NOW?” or something equally pathetic/sweet. Charlie sees him, and sees his tears, and hugs him. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Who doesn’t want this relationship to happen, eh? Nobody gives a fig about Sophie and Kris, but this one? I could absolutely get behind these two. (Not literally.)
In the garden, Sophie and Karly discuss the girls on the outside world voting them out because they are pretty, and the public will be jealous. Oh, come on, that’s a bit unfair: they’ll vote you out because you are dull or nasty, surely? Much better reasons.
