Who'd have though Big Brother would ever throw up anyone worse than the beastly Jonny Regan, or the stupid, slaggish Kate, her voice as grinding and as witless as a barking dog... or even the awful, annoying, ignorant pile of selfish noise that was Brian Dowling?
Yet watching those two wooden, zombie-like, dead-eyed losers, Stupid and Meme, on the Weakest Link - beside whom even the Cheeky Girls look like A-list stars - it's become obvious we've gone right through - and well under - the bottom of the barrel.
It'd be one thing to slag them off for the stupid "old slag takes virgin idiots cherry under a table on TV" stunt, or the whole desperate hollowness of their dreadful "romance"... but what is really breathtaking is the fact that, despite they're absolute shameless pursuit of "fame", where they'd do anything, say anything, fake anything to get in front of the cameras, now that they are there they have absolutely nothing to say.
They genuinely don't have a clue - it's pitiful. You'd maybe have expected Moomoo to be sassy and up-front, revelling in the spotlight - but she just stares ahead blankly with the new dreadful Wednesday Adams hairdo and those awful black dead eyes, saying nothing, doing nothing, answering every question with the muffled giggles of a 12 year old girl standing at the bus stop.
And him - he was a spineless twerp in the house, but he seemed harmless enough. Now he actually believes his own hype - he is one of the most bizarre looking guys I have ever seen, a sort of cross between the Laughing Cavalier and a young Noel Edmunds. I don't think any young man in the history of the Uk has so comprehensively made a complete and utter fool of himself - apart, perhaps, from William Hague at the 1978 Conservative Party Conference.
"Have you been anywhere glamourous?" asked Anne.
"St Albans" replies Michelle, in all seriousness.
"On what river is the Oxford/Cambride boat race held?" asks Ms Robinson
"On the River... eh... Cambridge?" replies Tim-Nice-But-Dim
And off they go, kicked off beside an elderly Keith Harris and Orville, an act that has fallen so far down the showbiz ladder it's practically in the basement, yet still an odd contrast to Meme and Stupid - at least the guy was once popular, once had talent, whereas they -in their "prime" and at the peak of all they will ever achieve - have nothing.
Two empty shells with an entertainment value somewhat less than Maureen from Driving School, eeking out their OK payment... is this classless, crass pair what really passes for anyone's idea of "celebrity"? They make Peter Andre and Jordan look like Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.
Yet watching those two wooden, zombie-like, dead-eyed losers, Stupid and Meme, on the Weakest Link - beside whom even the Cheeky Girls look like A-list stars - it's become obvious we've gone right through - and well under - the bottom of the barrel.
It'd be one thing to slag them off for the stupid "old slag takes virgin idiots cherry under a table on TV" stunt, or the whole desperate hollowness of their dreadful "romance"... but what is really breathtaking is the fact that, despite they're absolute shameless pursuit of "fame", where they'd do anything, say anything, fake anything to get in front of the cameras, now that they are there they have absolutely nothing to say.
They genuinely don't have a clue - it's pitiful. You'd maybe have expected Moomoo to be sassy and up-front, revelling in the spotlight - but she just stares ahead blankly with the new dreadful Wednesday Adams hairdo and those awful black dead eyes, saying nothing, doing nothing, answering every question with the muffled giggles of a 12 year old girl standing at the bus stop.
And him - he was a spineless twerp in the house, but he seemed harmless enough. Now he actually believes his own hype - he is one of the most bizarre looking guys I have ever seen, a sort of cross between the Laughing Cavalier and a young Noel Edmunds. I don't think any young man in the history of the Uk has so comprehensively made a complete and utter fool of himself - apart, perhaps, from William Hague at the 1978 Conservative Party Conference.
"Have you been anywhere glamourous?" asked Anne.
"St Albans" replies Michelle, in all seriousness.
"On what river is the Oxford/Cambride boat race held?" asks Ms Robinson
"On the River... eh... Cambridge?" replies Tim-Nice-But-Dim
And off they go, kicked off beside an elderly Keith Harris and Orville, an act that has fallen so far down the showbiz ladder it's practically in the basement, yet still an odd contrast to Meme and Stupid - at least the guy was once popular, once had talent, whereas they -in their "prime" and at the peak of all they will ever achieve - have nothing.
Two empty shells with an entertainment value somewhat less than Maureen from Driving School, eeking out their OK payment... is this classless, crass pair what really passes for anyone's idea of "celebrity"? They make Peter Andre and Jordan look like Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.




is this what 'celebrity' means nowadays? Surely z-lebs should be called something else otherwise we have to keep lowering the standards of celebrityhood to include these desperate wannabees.