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Okay, I’ll admit it – this year’s Big Brother has won me over. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment at which it happened, but it was somewhere between Sylvester LeBlanc bringing up his own mythical fan club and Mikey sneezing in the crisps. Rex’s combover and Darnell’s continued insistence on looking exactly like Ted Danson haven’t done any harm either.

Sadly though, the rest of this year’s BB package still has a long way to go to get me onside. Big Brother’s Big Mouth has become a rambling, self-important and completely humourless mess, fronted by a procession of witless randoms dragged in off the street (this week it’s presented by ‘Queens of Noize’ – I rest my case). Last night’s only saving grace was Dom Joly, wasted as a studio guest when he’d have been a far better choice as outright presenter (particularly as he took the time to jump on my Darnell-is-Danson bandwagon). Whether you loved or hated Russell Brand, there’s no denying that the format was ideal for him, and it’s deteriorated beyond all recognition since his departure.

Big Brother’s Little Brother, too, has plummeted downhill at an incredible rate of knots. Sure, Dermot O’Leary had clearly lost interest over the course of the last couple of years, and he’d long since resorted to simply going through the motions – but even that was preferable to George Lamb and Wotsherface.

Even Davina no longer seems to be making as much of an effort – she hasn’t even bothered to get preggers this year. Shame on you Davina, and shame on your skewed priorities.