Big glossy house is present and correct in the north London outer reaches. Hosting has thankfully been bottled at OG Big Brother B source.
Channelling the spectres of Davina McCall and Dermot O'Leary are Will Best with his Surrey Yates Wine Lodge lad charisma and AJ Odudu, resplendent with firecracker main character energy. I half expected AJ to hop out in her sparkly red catsuit with a Big Mother bump like the perennially pregnant McCall as she hollered "We are live on ITV1, please do not swear!"
First into the house were 71-year-old X Factor duo, Sharon Osbourne and Louis Walsh. Reportedly both paid half a mill, they doddered around like a Glamma Nanna and her wisecracking Father Ted-ish brother trying to find the door to their lair.
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