Basildon boy does good!

As with tradition, me and three mates Al, Ali and Sam, got together last night for the Big Brother finale. Hopeless addicts I know!

Bigger than ever before with 23 housemates and a duration of 95 days, Brian from Basildon emerged the winner (go Essex!). He had been my favourite ever since he said he didn't know who Shakespeare was, and came to the conclusion that he was the director of the film 'Romeo and Juliet'. Very amusing! He may not be great on general knowledge but he was a very sweet, sensitive and genuine guy. He said he honestly didn't know why he'd won it. The twins Sam and Amanda also deserved to win as they were full of fun and didn't have a bad bone in their bodies. They hadn't received one single nomination the whole 13 weeks, which I'm pretty sure hadn't been achieved before. Liam would also have been a deserved winner, a 23 year old Jordie with a lovely personality. Ziggy came 4th, Carole 5th and Jonty 6th.

It may not have been the best one ever but Big Brother 8 was overall very entertaining - the usual rollercoaster with fun and laughter mixed with arguments and tears. Three people walked: Lesley (why the hell did she apply?), Jonathan (whose grandma died), and Chanelle. One person was removed: Emily, as a result of using a racist word. One person was evicted and then walked back in: Charley - the so-called South London it-girl who was just awful. Five halfway housemates, a fake Australian housemate, great tasks and Big Brother messing with their minds.

You either love it or you hate it. I just can't stand it when I'm criticised for watching it, saying it's a load of rubbish. These people are always the ones who have never seen it in their lives.

So, anyway, good luck Bri! Maybe we'll see you on TV advertsing cider in the future!