Something which had escaped my attention for a week or so is that the Big Brother house is to become a National Trust property.
I used to enjoy Big Brother, especially the first one, when no-one knew what the hell was going on, no-one banked on getting lucrative TV deals out of it and it was supposed to be a show seeing how people cope with little stimulus, creative or otherwise.
The house was a plain box, with a little garden.
Now it’s a riot of colour, inhabited by permatanned ‘slebs’ who are mentioned far too often in the Daily Mail’s sidebar of shame, and might be what the under-25s think Elstree Studios in Borehamwood is most famous for.
Borehamwood? Big Brother certainly does bore ’em. Thank God it’s all over.