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After the nominations
announcement, things in the House took a turn for the odd tonight as the
four parties up for eviction took the news in their own individual way.
Deana raised an eyebrow, being quite used to finding herself in the
firing line by now. Becky was momentarily distraught, then managed to
gather herself as the realisation sank in. There was Conor, who couldn't
have been more surprised by his nomination and then there was Arron,
who didn't take the news at all well. A few drinks loosened everyone up, and after a while the bad feeling between Scott and Arron that followed yesterday's slightly unwise statue prank began to bubble again. And then it boiled over, with some harsh words from Arron resulting in Scott calling him a 'disgusting rapscallion'. Where he earned points for vocab, he surely lost a few for diplomacy. The House broke in two all over again, with Caroline drawn into the argument and several housemates reeling from the spat. Apart from Sara, who preferred to sing and dance her way through scenes of upset and devastation like she was living on another planet. Adam, meanwhile, simply wondered out loud what a 'rapscallion' was. They obviously don't have any rapscallions in America. Or Dudley, for that matter. After the spat, The Outsiders convened in the smoking area (as is their wont) and were soon joined by Scott who fumed about the confrontation, finding some sympathy from the garden crew. Conor, meanwhile, sat with Arron in the living room and fumed about what had occurred. Unlikely as it may seem, Ashleigh rose to the challenge of making peace. She sat with The Outsiders, urging everyone to stop the back-stabbing and end the mini-feuds that are breaking out around the place like a particularly virulent sickness. She almost managed to reunite the warring factions. Everything was going fine until Deana's disagreement with Luke S over the Lushleigh relationship was brought up all over again. Heaven knows where things stand as the housemates begin to wander off to bed. Friendships have been flushed down the toilet, new alliances are forming and there are an awful lot of metaphorical bloody noses about the place. Let's pray a new day draws a line under all this bickering. Unless you're of the mind that all this arguing makes for great telly. In which case, you'll probably be begging for more. |
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