
I realise the futility of over-analysing a subject like Celebrity Big Brother.

I realise the futility of over-analysing a subject like Celebrity Big Brother.

Oh, Stranger Things. I wanted to love you with all my heart and soul. My friends kept telling me in hushed tones about a show so evocative and unashamed in its expressions of love for the eighties that I felt you were almost made with me in mind. I caught glimpses of your BMX, your bad bowl cut, your D&D obsession, your dark streets and subtle manipulation of my childhood fears and something deep within me stirred.
When you proffered your mixtape with the handwritten liner notes and cracked case, I was helpless to resist.
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Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.

For most of us, pretending racial tension doesn’t exist is key to our continued happy existence on this planet. It’s awkward, uncomfortable, alien and most importantly, we really don’t want to make fools of ourselves. In the context of daily life, that’s more or less manageable, depending on where you live, what news sources you engage with and how many idiots you count among your friends on Facebook.
In a fictional US penitentiary like say, Litchfield, less so.
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It’d be rude not to check, wouldn’t it?
While leaving a bunch of inept, narcissistic-to-the-point-of-delusional cretins in a cardboard building for eternity would seem tempting in a post Brexit world, some of us still retain a shred of humanity.