Now firstly, don’t be confused, this is not a gossip column for a women’s glossy, but to give it the context it requires I need to start with a semi rant, so here goes: I despise Celebrity Big Brother. It’s the absolute armpit of reality television. You see them every year, these grotesque ‘celebs’ wrapped up in their own self-importance. Glamour girls and their kiss-and-tell tales, coated in inches of plastic surgery, and washed-up one-hit wonders that were always better known for falling out of a nightclub in front of the waiting paparazzi than they were for ...