It's that time of year again here is Australia, the time when a network television studio coaxes a bunch of unsuspecting twenty somethings into acting out their miserable lives on a program you probably know as 'Big Brother'. Killer Matt K ranted about it once in 2005 as did I, and this year dag-nabbit I am going to allow myself just once to have an off-the-cuff rant about my personal pet hate which is Big Brother.

This year appears to have the same cliche MySpacers but this time they have thrown an elderly woman (already evicted), a cute midget, and a guy with a woman's voice (I kid you not - it's horrifying) into the mix for reasons I am sure must be important to the production staff. I can't for the life of me understand what is so entertaining about watching a house full of personality conflicting extraverts pretend to like each other while making such profound statements the intellectual equivalent of "Um, you know like, Space is soooo real man".

This year though is the first that has not been hosted by Gretel Killeen, and instead we have the the Queen on boring Jackie O and well renowned dick head Kyle Sanderlands. If you want proof of Sanderlands' dick-headery have a listen to this classic exchange between him and Jay from the the Aussie band Frenzel Rhomb. Sorry for the slight digression...

You know when you're out in public and you hear a bunch of pratts talking the sh*t but you can clearly tell they would have difficultly reading the time on an analogue clock? The average contestant on Big Brother makes those pratts look like super intellects. All up Big Brother is as predictable as it is snooze inducing. But if you are one of the people who can't get enough, more power to you. What ever blows your hair back.

Anyway, by merely discussing this subject again this year I feel I have lost a handful of IQ points. I better go read something.