I see that it's that time of year again - 'Celebrity' Big Brother time. Oh. My. I am so excited. I think I may need to wet myself with excitement. Or perhaps not.

It seems that the whole 'Big Brother' concept is so hackneyed, dull and uninteresting that 'Celebrity' Big Brother this year won't actually see any 'Celebrities' - Z listers or not - enter the famous Big Brother House itself. Instead, celebrities will 'hijack' the house and its contestants, acting as Big Brother himself.

Can you contain yourself? I'm not sure I can!

The show has become such a parody of itself - especially the Celebrity version, which has seen a steadily declining standard of Z-listers signing up for Channel 4's cash - that the producers have roped in Little Britain's Matt Lucas to secretly 'control' the actions of one of the housemates. Seriously - this is how much effort they've got to go to, to make the show actually interesting.

Emma Sky+'d the opening show the other day, and has just made me sit through it. Cowbag. It turns out that the housemates this time round are all 'gifted' young people who are all 'successful' in their particular fields. There's the 'child prodigy' businessman, the 'conceptual artist' (my arse!) and a pair of circus performers, to mention a few.

The first housemate to enter, and consequently under Matt Lucas' control, is a tubby ginger chap from Edinburgh. To make it extra funny, he's also an aspiring politician, being the chairman of the Scottish Youth Parliament. To make it extra, extra funny, he has a bumbling Boris Johnson style demeanour. All of which makes it actually quite, well... entertaining. Ye ghads!

However I doubt the format will survive - clearly neither do Channel 4, preferring to air the show on sister channel E4 instead of their flagship station. It's also clear from the comedian-heavy celebrity 'hijacker' line-up (including Joan Rivers, Jimmy Carr and Bo Selecta's Leigh Francis' alter-alter-ego, Keith Lemon) that the producers are desperate for laughs. Quite what amusing television will be seen when art critic Brian Sewell and professional ex-Gooner twat Ian Wright are in control remains to be seen though.

In other news, my 'illness' seems a little better today. Still got a bloody runny nose (well, not a bloody running nose, but you see what I mean) and a very scratchy cough, but the sore throat and general feeling of unwell seems to have abated, which is nice. Missed Aimee again tonight, coming home just after she went to bed. Depressing.