Watch Your Own Big Brother...

By Shellie Doyle

Flicking through the television last night I accidently landed upon the nightly edition of Big Brother, lucky me. My remote also chose this exact moment to die and since the metre or so walk to the TV screen was simply too much, I was obliged to watch.

Whilst watching the last ten or so minutes of the show, one though kept resounding in my head, what is the appeal of this show, seriously? Ten what were you thinking. If I wanted to watch a house full of loonies, attention seekers, tantrums and animals who get told what to do by someone who thinks they’re in control I may as well just turn off the telly, sit in the corner and observe my family.

Maybe that’s a little harsh on my blood relatives, but hey I’m sure everyone has a crazy relation or ten. You have to love them but no one says you have to like them.

Watching my family instead of Big Brother might also come in handy. Instead of getting to know and getting emotionally attached to a bunch of complete strangers I could get to know and get emotionally attached to my own family. I might also finally understand why my little sister pretends she’s a horse and why the dog insists on licking the walls. Such information that could be found out from being a fly on the wall might also be advantageous later on.

Hey dad, since you fed half of the meal mum cooked you last night to the dog you won’t mind if I borrow your car for a bit would you?

Although the unfortunate part of watching your family life instead of Big Brother is that you can’t vote people off when they get overbearingly annoying. Lucky you little sis, you get to stay.