Dead Famous

DAY THIRTY-ONE. 3.10 p.m.

“You see, sir,” said Hooper, pressing pause once more, “Hamish backs off, he doesn’t want to be noticed. Only the noticed get nominated.”

Coleridge was confused. “Didn’t Hamish go to the confession box and say that his ambition was to have sex before he left the house?”

“That’s him – the doctor.”

“Well, wouldn’t saying something like that get him noticed?”

Hooper sighed. “That’s different, sir, the confession box is for the public. Hamish needs to be a bit saucy in there so that if he does get nominated for eviction by the housemates, the public won’t want to evict him because he says he’s going to have sex on television.”

“But surely that would be an excellent reason for evicting him,” Coleridge protested.

“Not to most people, sir.”