I can't get anything done because of Big Brother. Every year I tell myself I won't get addicted, and every year I find myself drawn inexorably into its all-consuming little vortex. It's fascinating, let's be frank.
And have you ever noticed that it's only ever really earnest and dull people that don't like Big Brother? The sort of people you'd never want to be stuck with at a party? Lighten up guys. If Proust were alive he'd definitely be watching Big Brother - of that I'm certain.
Gotta go - the Daily Show is about to start.