Hi All,
And so it came to pass… Lady Davina did declare that Butt Munch 6 was even blander than before. Thus, it was decreed that 3 more ingrates should be thrust into the limelight that is Channel 4's summer viewing schedule.
They came from all corners of the world… well, when I say "world" I mean "world" in the sense of that they evolved on this planet, and the Controller Of C4 did wave his hand and cry out "You are chosen!" to each of these three mortals.
And as the sun set, around 10:30pm on the day that the festival of Glastonbury did commence, these three mortals did enter the house of sin, that is "Butt Munch 6". The UK was introduced to these mortals, namely the nerd, the model and the minger.
Lady Davina looked on, and said "This is good!"
Okay, so another three poor sods have now been selected, namely Eugene (the engineering nerd); Kinga (the minger) and Orlaith the classy, Irish model from Belfast!
Basically, the set-up for those who were sensible enough not to watch this travesty of British tabloid TV, is that two of the three will be able to stay in the household, and compete to win the grand cash prize, which I believe is about £100,000!
However, last night's introduction to the three, didn't quite go so well.
As soon as Kinga made her entrance, she was unanimously "booed" by everyone in the crowd. She put on a brave face, but on entering a separate part of the house to the other contestants, she broke down in tears! (She ain't going to last ling!)
Then came engineering nerd, Eugene. He's 27 years old, I think, and is the absolute definition of "nerdism"!

If the Americans have Bill Gates as their geek, we get plucky Eugene - a hairless, slightly-slow, (and not in a mental-health-problem kind of way), young man with almost no personality, and just as much in looks to match!
Lastly, though, came the ultimate winner of Butt Munch 6 - Orlaith (pronounced Orla). A former Miss Northern Ireland beauty queen, and current model! She's at least 5ft 8" tall, is beautiful, and seems to even have a modicum of intelligence.
When she entered the house, and Eugene saw her, his jaw dropped to the floor! Imagine if you'd never seen a beautiful person in your life, and suddenly God decided you should meet the honey or hunk of your fantasies. This is what happened to Eugene, and it was hilarious!
Within a matter of minutes, Kinga had already been renamed the "Kinga the Minga" by the crowds outside, and probably by most of the British public and press, as well! Not only that, but she gave us a horrific sight that I will immediately be complaining about to Ofcom - that of the sight of her ample left bosom! It's not that she's unattractive. No, I'd never say that! But let's just say there will be warthogs in parts of the world, wetting themselves right at this very minute!
After general introductions, they were told that they weren't being allowed any supplies for the next few days. (They'll have to complete tasks, to obtain food, etc.) Nor were there any shower facilities, (a bad sign for the ample bodyfat of Kinga, who doesn't have love-handles, per se, just several mounds of handrails for all the people of Uzbekistan to hang onto), clothing or any of their belongings. They were stuck with the underwear they had on - literally! (Good for Orlaith. A bit crap for everyone else!)
The first task was easy: the three new members had one minute to enter the main Butt Munch house, and steal as much food, drink and toiletries as they felt they needed to get them through the evening, without being discovered by the other housemates. Simple, you'd think… Not with Kinga in charge, it wasn't.
All 800 pounds of her waddled into the house, and decided to shout as loud as possible to Eugene and Orlaith, about what she felt they needed. So much for discretion!
At the end of the minute, between them, they'd got three (new) toothbrushes, some moisturising wet wipes, a bottle of cola, a loaf, and a 4-pint bottle of milk. No one had actually bothered to think that better essentials might have been:
- toilet roll
- bottled water
- fruit
- soap
Admittedly it was only for one night, but all the items I've suggested can be used for other purposes (e.g. toilet roll can double up as tissues, a temporary bandage; citrus fruit can be both a drink and food in one; bottled water can be drinkable, and used to wash or clean things in; and soap, for general hygiene!) Cola will make you more thirsty. Not everyone likes or can drink milk, and bread goes stale very quickly. As for the wet-wipes, well they're not much use, when you want to wipe your bum after dropping a brown bomb in the toilet, are they?!
Davina has stated that only two of the three new members will be allowed to stay in the game, and one will be evicted. As soon as those words were spoken, the audience in the studio were baying for Kinga's immediate exit! You can tell she's not going to be making it through the weekend. I can see both the press and the public being totally against her, not to mention everyone else, simply because she insists that the world should revolve around her.
I don't know how the two new members will meet-up with the remaining other contestants, but either way, with Orlaith now in the game, I can see her winning BB6 easily! Why? She's female. She's attractive. She's got brains. (She immediately started to read the BB Manual / Rulebook, once she got into the house!) She's unlikely to be hated by others, or voted out by the public. Compared to all the other contestants, she's akin to having Einstein in amongst a bunch of decapitated chickens! Enough said!
If you want to watch the fireworks, then just switch on C4 or E4 at almost any time of day or night, and you'll be able to watch the horror unfold. Meanwhile, I'm off to Ladbrokes to leave a £5 bet on Orlaith to win this year's BB contest!
I'm in the money. I'm in the money….!
Pooch