Has anyone else noticed how chubby that David Blaine chap is looking these days? Of course I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’s about to spend the next 44 days in a perspex box dangling over the Thames.
Honestly, who the hell cares? I might have seen a fair bit of Big Brother in my time, but even I’m not going to be watching live coverage of the nappy-wearing fool slowly wasting away until his inevitable triumphant emergence. It’s one thing making yourself levitate to freak out Americans on the streets of New York, but does he really expect people to be interested in this?
I mean, we can’t all be secretly hoping for the wire to snap, can we?