O Brother Where Art Thou?

Ethan Switch - Friday, 1 August 2003 - 02:16:28 - print it raw

Nobody remembers who came second place.

The old axiom might have turned aubergine in a broadcast filling at the troughs. In this case, no body will see the body of Daniel McInnes, third place getter in the human menagerie of Australia's Big Brother 3. As has become customary for the housemates, screen time on a variety of shows follows. The reasons are best left to drilling holes in the backs of head to relieve hypertension.

One such serving of hype is that of chort show Rove Live where the recently evicted are given an opportunity to be interviewed. An opportunity not given to the second runner-up by way of scheduling.

In a hosted luncheon on Good Morning Australia, Bert Newton dined with winner Reggie Bird, runner-up Chrissie Swan and replacement housemate Jamie. Although McInnes did have a chance to chat with Newton a week before, he seems to have fallen by the wayside. This may be due to the fact that he reminds many of Celebrity Big Brother's winner, Dylan Lewis, who has himself disappeared from the screens at Channel Ten—apart from the station ads.

One thing is certain, grass will die if not properly tendered.

 

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