chance
15-07-2005, 19:58
Craig and Anthony have been testing each other's eviction night nerves but they're still rarely out of each other's sight.
As they both lay sunbathing, Craig was simmering over Anthony calling him a "p****" earlier.
"I was not trying to be a p****," snapped Craig. "Who sounded more of a p****? I think you'll find it was you."
As soon as Craig started, Anthony said, "Craig, stop it."
"Stop what? You're *******ing my head up. You said to me, 'Are you deliberately being a p****?'"
Anthony said he was only joking. Craig said he was only joking. "So was I," said Anthony.
"No you weren't," said Craig. It was that sort of argument.
"You don't know how to take me," Anthony told him.
"You don't know how to take me," said Craig.
With neither of them knowing how to take each other, they lay in the sunshine and occasionally fretted that something was going to happen.
As the hour approached they shook hands and Anthony told Craig it had been nice to meet him. Craig decided against responding in kind, telling Anthony he knew how he felt.
Craig was then overcome with intuition. "Something don't feel right," he said. "I've got that horrible feeling. The feeling I'm going."
Then he did the numbers. "It's the week it is. Week 7. We've been here 47 days, house number 17..."
Anthony understood the meaning of the numbers, but had some of his own.
"What about me? My flipping battery is No. 7," he said.
But Craig trumped him. His was No.13.
So that's settled then. The numbers have spoken.
As they both lay sunbathing, Craig was simmering over Anthony calling him a "p****" earlier.
"I was not trying to be a p****," snapped Craig. "Who sounded more of a p****? I think you'll find it was you."
As soon as Craig started, Anthony said, "Craig, stop it."
"Stop what? You're *******ing my head up. You said to me, 'Are you deliberately being a p****?'"
Anthony said he was only joking. Craig said he was only joking. "So was I," said Anthony.
"No you weren't," said Craig. It was that sort of argument.
"You don't know how to take me," Anthony told him.
"You don't know how to take me," said Craig.
With neither of them knowing how to take each other, they lay in the sunshine and occasionally fretted that something was going to happen.
As the hour approached they shook hands and Anthony told Craig it had been nice to meet him. Craig decided against responding in kind, telling Anthony he knew how he felt.
Craig was then overcome with intuition. "Something don't feel right," he said. "I've got that horrible feeling. The feeling I'm going."
Then he did the numbers. "It's the week it is. Week 7. We've been here 47 days, house number 17..."
Anthony understood the meaning of the numbers, but had some of his own.
"What about me? My flipping battery is No. 7," he said.
But Craig trumped him. His was No.13.
So that's settled then. The numbers have spoken.