The third part of the weekly task has made The Eye wish they'd stop playing that Folking music, as it's doing my folkin' nut in...

They've had to make a folk song - split in to three groups, they've each had to compose and perform their ditty, using tambourines and guitars... it brings back nightmares from Big Brother 2 where Dean used to just sit around strumming the strings of the guitar all day and all night... argh, my ears are going to bleed!

It seems that half of the house have instantly taken on drugged up hippy personas now that they've been given the equipment to perform this bit of the task, which for nush-alike Shell has ment she's gone all flowerpowery, closing her eyes and sweighing side to side as she sings the fucking iritating song that they've made up in the garden... PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!

Dan's doing his overly-camp-acted-up acting that he appears to be able to pull off with ease - he's either doing it because he knows he can do it, or he really is a theatre style 'dhhharling'... if it's the latter then he can fuck off at the next eviction too. Ughhh...

Shell really has gone more hippy than normal
During a chat with Michelle in the bedroom this afternoon Shell came out with an absoloute corker of a hippy "head in the clouds" studenty style statement which you'd expect from her... it all revolved around the fact that Michelle's upset she could be leaving on Friday, and she'll miss her chicken Stuart...

...now she wants Stuart to drive up to see her in Newcastle, as she doesn't drive. Shell asked Michelle how far it was (and neither of them knew... answer: a long way) but here comes the corker:

"he could drive up there, and then drive you back to macclesfield, and then you could get a dog, and drive down to brighton, and go promenading"... she said, as she tailed off, clearly dreamy and maybe realising she was talking bollocks.

Now, let's analyse that statement a bit closer... Shell's saying to Michelle that Stuart could drive from Macclesfield to Newcastle, and back (Multimap says that's about 300 miles round trip), and then "get a dog" (why?! is that some sort of hippy thing to do? just get a dog, just because...) and then "drive to brighton" (that's another 243 miles just the one way!!), so as they can walk along the seafront... WHAT. THE. FUCK. ?.

And if they drove back (although that didn't sound like it was in the plan - Shell was probably thinking that Michelle and Stu could just drive there in a flower-power painted VW Camper Van or something) it'd make up a grand total mileage of around 800 miles... And anyway, surely if you were in Newcastle you'd go to some North Eastern beach location (or even better Scotland maybe), and if you were in Macclesfield then somewhere abysmal like Brighton would be the more natural choice? But Brighton???? Why the FUCK isn't Shell up for eviction this week? I want that silly bint OUT!