W***ers

And, finally, like a half legged leper, Big Brother Seven has crawled drippingly to an end. Thank God. I kind of wanted welsh muppet Glyn to win, but inevitably it was sweary Pete instead.

This series has been unique in that it featured somebody (Graceless) who was so f***ing horrible that I often felt physically angry when she came on screen. I hope she gets a job on one of those interminable late night quiz channels. That's the kind of hell she deserves. ****.