SOMETHING bad happened at the weekend - I got sucked in by Big Brother.

I don't know how it happened. I suspect it was a combination of boyfriend being away, a couple of glasses of wine, and not much else on the telly.

The fuss in the papers about "racist" Emily being booted out probably didn't help either.

It made me think it wouldn't hurt just to have a quick peek on Channel 4 to see what all the fuss was about.

And now I find myself with a horrible addiction that threatens to eat up my summer and make me tired for work every morning for the next God-knows-how-many weeks.

You get hooked on Big Brother the minute you begin to form an opinion on the housemates. Before long you're having deep and meaningful conversations with strangers about what's really making Charley so vain and whether Shabnam is mentally deranged or just putting it on.

And then you find yourselves arguing with loved ones about who would be voted out first if you were to go into Big Brother - the banality is endless.

Last night there was a big stink over whether or not it was acceptable to cook fish in the bedroom.

Gerry expressed concern about using the oven in the bedroom - understandably he didn't want his pillow smelling fishy.

But Seány wasn't standing for any messing, arguing: "They put a cooker in the room so I'm going to use it."

If the "action" continues to be so dull I may have a hope of weaning myself off.