After being locked up in the bedroom with nothing to do but wander around shirtless (We're looking at you, Luke S, and our eyebrows are firmly raised) the housemates were released back into the House and whaddaya know, Big Brother had been bountiful.

The housemates had been incarcerated to enable big Brother's little elves to set the scene for a party, a reward won by Shievonne during her earlier task. Lined up on the kitchen table were rows of enticing, pastel-hued cocktails. Initial concerns about whether these, in fact, contained booze were relieved after a couple of lip-smacking sips. Also present but far less important (obviously) were some snacks. At the time of writing, said snacks have been uniformly ignored.

Sweet, sweet music (also known as generic dance-club fayre) was piped in and certain of the younger housemates wasted no time in shaking their grove thangs. A red-hot-pant-clad Lydia wiggled like time was running out and Lauren proved herself eligible for "flattest midriff in the tractor driving community" award in a black cut-off vest top.

Some party outfits were more mysterious than others. Adam sported the ghetto-fabulous ensemble of a neck bandana with a black and silver headband, all atop an entirely black outfit. Way to distance yourself from your criminal past, champ.