Lost in Big Brother

On Friday evening my friends and I gathered to mourn the passing of Big Brother 6. Admittedly we may have talked, drank and ate more than we watched, but we felt the sadness of the impending end as Davina performed the last rites. After 11 weeks of living, breathing, eating and sleeping with the housemates, what would we do now? What would we find to talk about from tomorrow? Was Big Brother the only thing that had united us? I couldn't remember a conversation over the last 11 weeks when the housemates hadn't been discussed at length. I couldn't remember life before BB6 started. What did we talk about back then?

To ease my pain, over the weekend I watched two helpings of the The BBLB Reunion; the original showing and the repeat. It wasn't fair. I had so many questions still. Will Kemal and Makosi ever talk again? Will Saskia and Maxwell get their deal with OK magazine? Will Kinga ever shut up? Will Anthony shun Craig now that he has his mum back to wait on him hand and foot, and will bunny boiler Craig get his revenge by murdering Anthony in his sleep? All these questions and so many more.

Then some time late last night, a wonderful thing happened. As I lay in bed, looking forward to nothing in particular, and idly surfing the televsion that seemed to have lost its lustre, I rested on E4 just as the new drama series 'Lost' was about to start. They were showing the first three episodes back to back. Why not check it out I thought, I have nothing to lose.

By the end of the first episode, I was gripped; by the end of the third, Big Brother was forgotten. Two words: truly brilliant. Thank you to the makers of 'Lost'. You have returned meaning to my life.