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She's out, she's been evicted and,
no doubt, she's mooooortified about it. Caroline Wharram was an unknown quantity when she entered the House 52 nights ago. We all recognised her plummy tones which radiated obvious experience of a certain social strata, but on first impressions she seemed like a slightly dizzy and terribly charming young thing. But first impressions don't usually count for too much, and after a couple of weeks Caroline's profile had rapidly soared - and not in an entirely positive way. She had a funny way with tackling Sundays and Monday mornings, ahead of nominations, and it rubbed certain housemates and a large chunk of the audience up the wrong way. Her tactic? Explicitly moan about housemates she had issues with, swiftly attempting to make amends with them by the time Monday evening and the nominations announcement had passed. She was a self-confessed back-stabber who conceded that she'd turned into a "massive bitch", but her recognition of this failing did little to help her get past the grudges she'd amounted over time. All this negativity was compounded when she found herself with a formal-warning, and all whilst those chants begin to gain ground each eviction night. But that's not the Caroline we'd like to remember. This was a complex character, so keen to admit her failings they pretty much spilled from her mouth at every single opportunity. Happily, when she wasn't focusing a sharp and waspish sense of humour at her fellow housemates, she was telling uproariously funny, self-deprecatory anecdotes that never failed to amuse. Who can forget the tale of Caroline on her failed gap 'yah', in which she was voted the worst person in the entire world by her fellow travellers? Who could ever allow the memory of her demonstrating how to repel boys whilst tipping yoghurt over her face? And who can ever scrub from their memory the image of Caroline chasing after Conor during a workout explaining that it was an exact echo of how boys react to her at nightclubs? And that's not to mention those accounts of Bible Study Barbecues and Pudding Club... Let's also remember her semi-heroic munching of fish eyes and general whininess when it came to tasks. If not her finest moments, they always offered us plenty to chuckle about. A razor sharp wit then, whether it was pointed at herself or her fellow housemates, be they spoons, phone-hands or keen-os. But possibly a little too sharp for the public to take. So that's Caroline. She came, she saw, she talked and she talked and she often forgot to switch that filter on. An entertaining housemate, for sure, and one to remember for years to come. |
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