Eviction time

So here it my little smelly Big Blogger viewers - the moment you've all been waiting for. Yes, it's time for Big Blogger's weekly poetry recital. Get yourselves a cup of tea and a few biscuits - it's going to be a long un.

Of course it isn't. It's eviction time, we all know that - better late than not at all. All of our blogmates are sat on the sticky settee waiting for the results of the public vote. Some seem to be more aware than others, some are more nervous than others, some seem to be more naked than others and some seem to be more alive than others. Mike has been strutting around like the King Peacock for the last hour knowing that he is immune from the big heave-ho.

So here goes: the plan was for 3 blogmates to be evicted this week. Peter has already asked to be evicted, GrocerJack didn't successfully complete tasks 2 and 3 and is therefore evicted. So that just leaves the one blogmate requiring to be thrown out on his, err I mean their ear.

The blogmate with the most votes for eviction this week when Big Blogger logged on is....oh hang on, there's someone at the door.






Right, I'm back. Bloody Betterware - who needs a porcelain digging dog?

Anyway - where was I?

Oh yes - the blogmate with the most votes for eviction this week when Big Blogger rose from his pit is:............................Dr Rob.

With 19% of the popular vote, Dr Rob has been voted out. Yes that's right - almost 1 in 5 voters voted for Dr Rob. Almost 20% of interweb watchers actually hate Dr Rob.
If you can pack your things together Dr Rob, oh you have - you have a couple of hours to say goodbye to the rest of the blogmates before you leaving the house for good and making your way to the Diary Room to be grilled and peppered by Little Blogger.

Big Blogger would like to thank you for taking part in this years show.

It's been 'motional.