I've been trying. I really have. Even now, there is a housefly in the room, and my ears are straining. But I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth the trouble. 
A fly told Wolfy that there was going to be a twist in Big Brother. A message as startling as being told that there is going to be a Wednesday after this Tuesday.
Then a bee told her to 'follow her gut' when making nominations; ie to go ahead and nominate whoever she wanted.
That really isn't very good. How much better if the fly had told Wolfy that there was going to be a task involving strings of sausages and a lorry tyre, and if the bee had told her to nominate the two people with the hairiest legs.
Stop press: a small moth has just told me that the Daily Express is preparing an exclusive story about pensions being hit, and I'm sure that scurrying woodlouse said something about Prince William's baby being either a boy or a girl...

A fly told Wolfy that there was going to be a twist in Big Brother. A message as startling as being told that there is going to be a Wednesday after this Tuesday.
Then a bee told her to 'follow her gut' when making nominations; ie to go ahead and nominate whoever she wanted.
That really isn't very good. How much better if the fly had told Wolfy that there was going to be a task involving strings of sausages and a lorry tyre, and if the bee had told her to nominate the two people with the hairiest legs.
Stop press: a small moth has just told me that the Daily Express is preparing an exclusive story about pensions being hit, and I'm sure that scurrying woodlouse said something about Prince William's baby being either a boy or a girl...