HEARING the iconic sounds of the Big Brother theme tune blaring out during an ad break of the Love Island final has got me – and probably the rest of the nation – chomping at the bit.
The reality show is coming back and I just cannot wait. For my sins, I endured TWO stints in the Celebrity Big Brother House.
Initially urged on by my ex-husband, who thought it would be the ultimate challenge for someone who suffers from claustrophobia and doesn’t much like being around people, I decided to be locked in a house full of strangers for a few weeks.
But fundamentally, of course, it was the money which talked. It would have been obscene to have turned down that kind of wonga.
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