chance
25-07-2005, 11:44
Speechwriter Derek has set about composing a poem on his Big Brother experience this morning.
After wandering about mumbling to himself in the kitchen, Derek visited Big Brother to explain his creative project.
"It's to reflect my state of mind at the moment," he drawled. "That's why I'm talking to myself, it isn't because I need someone intelligent to talk to."
Adding that he would be dropping in now and again to recite his work to Big Brother, Derek then resumed cleaning the kitchen, muttering as he went.
Stop all the cameras, roll out Big Brother. Call out the contestants one by one," he intoned, recalling the work of poet WH Auden. "Call time on this show, for there aren't any winners."
Considering being called on to vote later today he continued, "We're tired of nominating and Friday night when live..."
But then the wake-up call blared out and disrupted his flow. "Oh it's horrible, it puts you in a bad mood!" he griped in frustration.
Oh and you were doing so well Derek!
After wandering about mumbling to himself in the kitchen, Derek visited Big Brother to explain his creative project.
"It's to reflect my state of mind at the moment," he drawled. "That's why I'm talking to myself, it isn't because I need someone intelligent to talk to."
Adding that he would be dropping in now and again to recite his work to Big Brother, Derek then resumed cleaning the kitchen, muttering as he went.
Stop all the cameras, roll out Big Brother. Call out the contestants one by one," he intoned, recalling the work of poet WH Auden. "Call time on this show, for there aren't any winners."
Considering being called on to vote later today he continued, "We're tired of nominating and Friday night when live..."
But then the wake-up call blared out and disrupted his flow. "Oh it's horrible, it puts you in a bad mood!" he griped in frustration.
Oh and you were doing so well Derek!