sadism

Some things are tasteful. The best lyrics of any song in the last few years that I can think-of off-hand, and I’m at a reasonably befuddled point of a Friday night, is Chris Michaels by The Fiery Furnaces. Today, between 5am and 6am, there is rumoured to be a mock special forces snatch raid, by former special forces soldiers, staged on the Big Brother House (see The Sun’s exclusive). Presumably for the Big Brother Celebrity Hijack show broadcast Sunday or Monday night. To kidnap and interrogate some of the contestants. With the cooperation of the programme makers. Too much realism would be a very bad thing indeed because it’s the sort of thing that unhinges some people. Being jumped by three or four tough guys, handled rough, tied up, and tossed in a transit van, can be quite jarring of a morning. I presume the contestants have been screened for obvious psychological problems. If they’re made to wear orange jumpsuits I will lol. I probably shouldn’t.