Monday, January 12, 2009
Token Victory
CBB6 Day Ten
Rhinotillexomania! There, I've written it. Just don't ask me to say it, or at least not too often, for it is the medical term for extreme nose picking. I am sorry to introduce this less than welcome subject into our daily meeting, but as Tina continues to shuffle her finger about, deep within her nasal cavities, I thought it might be instructive for us to know what the condition, from which she is clearly suffering, is referred to, when doctors get together at social gatherings.
I was about to launch into a rather lengthy analysis of Tina's desire to continually research her nostrils, but it may be better for all of us if we do not dilly, nor indeed, dally, on the matter, but simply shout at the top of our collective voices:
"GET A TISSUE!"
For a brief moment yesterday, there was a flurry of excitement as we thought a new housemate had been smuggled in, but no - it was only Mutya. The short interlude that caught her without her hoodie dressing gown led us astray.
I had assumed that Mutya had been surgically attached to this increasingly grubby piece of clothing. Perhaps, I thought, it had been stitched to her skin at various crucial points, with the same skill and dexterity that severed limbs are sometimes reattached.
We heard more of Coolio's 'guide to womankind' and we are not improved by having heard it at all. In Coolio's world, men who actively seek the company of women are 'players'. A woman who actively seeks the company of men, is a h*. It was with fatherly pride that Coolio told us that he had taught his children to know the difference between a h*, a b*tch, and a woman. An enlightened man, he is not.
As so often in recent days, the task, and its accompanying dramas, provided the main focus of the day, and, it is worth noting, these tasks are holding the days together in enabling some sort of interest sustaining a 'pre-booked' hour for the highlights show. Without the tasks, there would be very feeble pickings (except in Tina's nose, of course).
Tommy 'football is working class ballet' suddenly turned sullen and flouncy, in the dance rehearsals, whilst Coolio continued his obsession with Michelle and Ben, but neither could detract from what was surely Michelle's finest hour to date. She found her niche and was simply outstanding in joyously leading the team with style and panache. We could see she was enjoying every second, and it was a moment when we were given a glance that this lady has genuine talent.
So... we moved on to the token debacle. A cynical columnist (why are you pointing at me?) might suggest that the awarding of tokens and their subsequent withdrawal was all contrived to drive deeper divisions between the housemates.
It worked.
Whilst Terry more or less shrugged off the whole telling off and reporting back on his 'misdemeanour', it was a gorgeous moment seeing Tina 'ticked off' and her pompous bellowing deflated for a few moments.
She slunk away back to the bedroom, where we were spared the next few moments in viewing terms, but I think we can safely assume that her nostrils took a real pounding.
# posted by Terence : 5:48 PM
