Friday, January 19, 2007
the ordinary jo
CBB5 Day Fifteen
She’s an enigma, that Jo O’Meara. With her robust face that seems to have aged twenty years in the short time since her S Club excursion, and her poor grasp of meteorological conditions, and the calendar.
Jo to Jermaine, “Usually it snows just before Christmas – around now…”
Perhaps she is using the Coptic calendar.
So what do we know of this Joanne Valda O'Meara? Well we know that her hobby is playing the slot machines in arcades close to her Essex home, and we know that her solo career fizzled out with her first single failing to bother the charts.
When the bookies published their first list of odds, immediately after the housemates had tumbled into the house (doesn’t that seem like an age ago now?), Jo was the favourite to win the thing.
How life can change for today’s outspoken celebrity, when they are under the gaze of dozens of cameras and, perhaps more importantly, within the range of as many microphones.
Jo’s part in the whole baiting of Shilpa is, perhaps, more disturbing than that of her two cohorts. She is not only older (not always a guarantee of wisdom, I agree), but has seen more of the world, and has more life experience than the disturbed Jade, and the uneducated, and woefully immature, Danielle.
Jo’s sniggering behind a cushion, and raucous laughter in the face of the bewildered Shilpa, reminded me of Gwendoline Mary Lacey, one of the sillier schoolgirls of Malory Towers, from Enid Blyton’s dream-like realm.
Jo is one of life’s followers. Unlikely to ever suggest a late night feast in the dorm, but happy to smirk, and fan the flames of discord as her offensive and ignorant friends needle the ‘foreigner’. Joanne would have felt very much at home in the world of Enid Blyton, with its 1950s stereotypes - rough townie types against the educated, middle/upper classes who lived in the big houses on the edge of town.
I have little interest in the career of Jo O’Meara when she leaves the house and stumbles into the mess her ignoramus behaviour has created.
I ask only one thing of the increasingly inarticulate and fumbling Davina: Please don’t even dream of spitting out your normal closing line, “You’ve been a wonderful housemate!”
Because she hasn’t been.
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# posted by Terence : 6:15 PM
