Monday, 20 July 2009

Well, I shouldn't admit this...

... but Big Brother 10 is superb television. My career in voyeurism has progressed from catch-can and make-do passivity, to insomniac addiction. Something is truly wrong when you watch the live feed on E4 all night just to watch Noirin stir in her sleep. (Or Siavash, or Freddie.)

The crux of the show so far- what has made this series the most compelling thing I have ever seen on the box- is the fascinating relationship between the aforementioned Noirin (a Dublin lass, half-Kenyan, practising Catholic) and a 35 year-old window fitter from round my way called Marcus Akin. What makes it so intriguing is that both contestants- unusually for a 'reality' show- are real and complicated human beings, and that the 'relationship'- in all its strangeness- is not faked... Watching this proud, inexperienced but decent 'working man' flounder in his sea of obsession is car crash stuff... And Noirin: the sort of woman for whom Celtic ballads were penned, inadvertently (yet brutally) stringing him along...

Noirin is beautiful; a word which has lost its value in recent years. The value of beauty can- unfortunately- be measured: in multiples of millions; and Noirin looks like at least ten. Marcus, on the other hand, is the physical embodiment of Job Seekers Allowance; Swamp Thing with a pony tail; the vest made flesh.

The meaning of goetia is 'to charm... to beguile'. 'She's got the whole house mesmerised,' said Marcus, in one of the more revealing soliloquies from the Diary Room. That is slowly becoming the case... but the one truly beguiled, truly bewitched, is poor Akin himself; a man for whom this 'reality experience' is becoming more unreal by the hour. This wasn't meant to be happening; the most brazen show on television reduced to a war of attrition; a solemn sport. Unfortunately for him, another meaning of goetia is 'to groan... to bewail'- which is exactly what he'll be doing, in time. In spades. At the moon. For a very long while to come.

'Noirin is Beethoven's Fur Elise, smiles and wildflowers...'


Anonymous said...

No, good for admitting it. It's better that we get these things in the open. Much healthier.

You should do the voiceover rather than that professional-Geordie fella. Those words almost - almost, mind - made me turn the TV on. But it will be a cold day in Hell when I consciously watch BB.

"Vest made flesh" is a priceless line.

Mark - in Worcestershire.

Ben Fairhall said...

Thanks Mark. I admit I felt the same way a few weeks ago. Like Akin, I didn't set out to fall in love... It just kind of 'took me over'.

I may be forced to provide more regular updates now I'm out of the closet.


Anadæ Effro said...

Interesting, Ben, the pic of Akin & his flame, Noirin, struck me as highly remeniscent of Jesus & Mary Magdalene. Not only that, but the Éire born recording artist, Noirin Ni Riain, sings almost exclusively IN Gaelic; I'd had the privilege of seeing her in concert at a Christmas line-up one year at the Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine. Tomorrow, a total eclipse of the sun, new moon in Cancer, is the Feast Day OF Mary Magdalene. Read world renowned astrologer's guest blog on my Halamongtera page. Much work of cosmic import is afoot. Thank you for posting this timely piece, Master Fairhall.

Remember EPHESIANS 6:12
Anadæ Effro

Ben Fairhall said...

'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.'

Thank you, Anadae.

'The Swiss mystic Joa Bolendas told about her: "Nóirín once told me that she had to sing the way her Celtic soul dictated. I prayed about this and an answer came in the following words: Nóiríns singing embodies a transmission of the spirit by means of heredity from the period 550 to 670 and 730 C.E. Informative patterns have also come to her since birth, and through her natural development in life. Thus she has acquired the typical features of a singer of Celtic Christian songs."'

From: Link

The meaning of Noirin: 'Its source is Eleonora, an Italian name meaning "Compassion."

Languages: This girl's name is used in Gaelic.

Narrative: It developed as a short form of the names Eleonora, Honora and Leonora.

Though Nora is not Gaelic in origin, it has come to be especially associated with Ireland, and in Scotland is often used as a feminine form of Norman.'

From: Link

Semele said...

You and your dusky maidens... Are you still not going to let me into BTB then?

Newspaceman said...

How are you managing to work Ben, if you are staying up all night watching this drivel ? Surely you would be shattered.

Don't tell me you are claiming jobseekers.


Ben Fairhall said...

Artistic Licence, Brian... :)

Ben Fairhall said...

But you're right, it is drivel...