You know what I do whenever I'm feeling low, I always think about that woman that got her face ripped off by a chimpanzee.
You are live on Channel 4. Please do not swear.
Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?! Where did you find her?
It's times like these I wish I were an ostrich.
My first nomination is, the custard cream!
Some of the housemates are on the sofas, passing round the jaffa cakes.
I don't give a rip.
No. Naked. Jacuzzi. Ness.
Glory!
W**kers. Ooh, my Tourette's is in context.