PETER COOPER IS CALLED TO THE DIARY ROOM:

Peter, as one of the first contestants you have been a consistent and valued poster during the first few days. Unlike some of the other contestants you haven't fallen foul of back-stabbing and name-calling to draw public attention to yourself. In many respects this is reminiscent of Sandy in the Channel 4 version of Big Brother. You don't have any intentions of peeing in the dustbin and then buggering off over the roof in the future have you?

That is a very good question. Too good in fact. So superbly fantastically amazingly good it really does deserve an answer...

Since I am not a man for climbing unless it is a very sheer rockface, and since I have no affinity to dustbins, I don't intend on either. However, I do intend to fight for lower taxes, a paedophile registry, and some soup kitchens. I intend on using all of them atleast once, if only for a laugh.

Now, I heard there was a game of bingo about outside. May I go now? I love bingo with a shot of Coca-Cola...

Thank you Peter. Enjoy your Bingo Session. (Incidentally...I've got a fiver on you to win at the bookies. Hopefully you'll claim the prize and I won't have to pay out as much for the postage.)

NOT-SO-BIG-BROTHER-CALLS-SEDGWICK-TO-THE-DIARY-ROOM!

Terry... this is your first visit to the diary room...how are you finding life in the Not-So-Big-Brother House so far without your wombats for company?

"Not So Big Brother", I am bearing up relatively well without my four legged friends. Being banged up in the Not-So-Big-Brother House I still feel like I'm surrounded by animals, albeit no way as cute, cuddly or as accommodating as my marsupial harem. However I do worry for my little treasures out there fending off the advances of challengers to my role as the dominant male. The thought of S***v L******e prowling the perimeters of Chateau Sedgwick waiting for the sentinels I have left behind to guard the herd to be momentarily distracted by a passing buck naked echidna then poncing on one of my little lovelies disturbs me greatly.

If I could prevail upon you to bring Coffee and M'Organ into line a bit. My longing for the smell of soft moist newly mown fur is heightened by Coffee's interminable stories of his mattress bashing conquests in Hollywood. Not one of them has a ring of truth about it. His rumpy pumpy assignation with Ruth Gordon sounded decidedly suss, if not totally depraved. It's just that I am reminded of what I have given up to win, like you promised I would take part in this event. M'Organ just sits in the corner with an inane look on his face during his hourly assignations with a K-Tel Vacuum Enlarger. Cooper? ... I don't understand a word he says. I suspect the 43 beans and 3452 secret herbs and spices in Cloaca Cola has addled his brain. The rest of them ... well I've had more productive conversations with Marcel Marceau. (AND he's a bloody FROG!!!)

Thank you for you interest, care and general God-like qualities "Not So Big Brother"

P.S. Oh, did I mention that Brian Hughes, along with George W Bush, is a God to me. I think his drawings are wonderful, and if I were to win them (which presupposes the not awfully big leap of faith that I would not be voted off) they would be immediately donated to the Louvre. I think the French would be gobsmacked within an inch of their miserable lives.

(For the benefit of all voters of the Gallic persuasion, that was a petite joke. I dearly love the French. My goodness me, my own grandfather as a mere 3 year old had his first erection gazing upon a daguerrotype of a scantilly clad Roger Vadim Brigitte Bardot.)

Because it is Sunday and the doors will be closing later this afternoon, thus isolating you from all future contact with your friend (sic) and family, Not-So-Big-Brother shall grant you access to your marsupial off-spring later today. Please use your time wisely.

Life wouldn't be so dull if there was more Coca Cola

All hail the off-beat deity that is, COCA COLA!!!! *insert sounds of awe here*. I personally rate this drink most highly in my ratings, along with Tang and Um-Bungo.

War Poem of the Day - "The Veteran" by Margaret Postgate Cole

Artist Who Hates His Father of the Day - Myself, because I am raised a compulsive liar and a fraud. DAMN YOU!

Momma of the Day - Nature

Not-So-Big-Brother Commentary:

Wey-aye man! Day three (or possibly four, I've lost track now) and all the contestants are enjoying a sunny afternoon in the garden, blissfully unaware that the doors close once and for all tomorrow neet and that two of them haven't even posted anything yet which means they'll be oop for the chop!

Terry Sedgwick is the only cellmate up and about and has been frantically posting dross in a desperate attempt to curry favour with the viewers. 'Owever, Terry has been called to the Diary Room and hasn't responded yet, meaning he might be up for eviction himself when the doors close tomorrow.

Who goes? Who stays? You decide...next week. In the meantime, there are still places available for members of the public to join if they want. But you'll 'ave to be quick. Contact me at scragends@btinternet.com for full details.

Fresh from the "Not So Big Brother" Hidden Cam.


If a picture is worth a thousand words, I reckon these Hidden Webcam pics are going to make me hundred$ and thousand$. "National Enquirer" and "News of the World" have already come to legals blows over who owns the rights. I don't really care, I've already banked their cheques. Larry Flynt has expressed interest in some of the racier photos that obviously I can't post here ... some of them could put your eye out.

GODLEY, Texas. July 29, 2002

An argument over who was going to heaven and who was going to hell ended with one Texas man shooting another to death with a shotgun, police said Monday. The man charged in the slaying is a corrections officer.

Johnny Joslin, 20, was allegedly shot by Clayton Frank Stoker, 21, on Sunday. The two had spent Saturday night bar hopping with two other men in Fort Worth, about 40 miles (65 kilometers) northeast of Godley.

Johnson County Sheriff Bob Alford said a witness who was the designated driver for the group told police the four men were sitting at a table outside a trailer park after their night on the town and began arguing about religion.

The talk became heated when the subject turned to who would go to heaven and who would go to hell.

Stoker said he would settle the argument and went into a house and returned with a shotgun, which he loaded and placed in his mouth, Alford said the witness reported.

"The victim Joslin then took the gun out of Stoker's mouth, saying, 'If you have to shoot somebody, shoot me,"' Alford said, citing the witness report.

The shotgun went off, hitting Joslin in the chest and killing him.

Stoker, a Johnson County corrections officer, has been arrested and charged with first-degree murder, Alford said.

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Now let that be a lesson to the rest of you inmates (and any nameless religiously zealious cartoonist what mihgt be alone and palely lurking outside the walls of the "Not So Big Brother" house). When I joined this race for fame and immortality I said ... "no religion, no politics and no sex". I also said "no Americans" but this was ignored by "Not So Big Brother", but I accept his point that if he did let in Americans I would have little to worry about as they know nowt about those three subjects. (I should like to exclude George W Bush from my antipathy towards Americans. He is a personal hero. A true renaissance man. A giant amongst pygmies. We shall not see his like again.)

Typical Coffee! You have history Kevin. The break up of Tom Cruise and our very own Australian born and bred Nicole can be laid squarely at your size 12s. Then you ditch poor distraught Tom for this bit of fluff!! And I hear it on good authority that you nearly broke up Seigfried and Roy. You animal! Mothers everywhere, lock up your wombats!

And can you deny that you swapped your DNA sample with that of Steve Bing? That you are the father of Liz Hurley's baby?

And if I tell "Not So Big Brother" what I know about the late night escapades of you, Jade and that recidivist trisexual M'Organ, then he'll personally turf you both out without so much as a sniff of voting.

HARDBALL? I'LL SHOW YOU HARDBALL!! I'm not here to be nice ... I'm here to win!

As a contestant of Not So Big Brother, I would hate to seem like I am shamelessly drawing attention to my own accomplishments or things about me that would seem so cool that no one would ever dream of voting me out of the "house". But, as long as we're on the subject...

Everyone has heard, I'm sure, about the much publicized break-up of Hollywood couple Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton. Much speculation has surfaced about the details and causes of the breakup. I have decided to publicly post this photo that was shot just last night that may shed some light on the reason that Angelina no longer feels the desire or need for Billy Bob that she once had. Let's just say that Ms. Jolie got a taste of Coffee that changed her forever.

Hey Joe, (© Jimi Hendrix) as you can see by the image that has winkled its way into your posting (gratuitous self promotion by Hughes ... better get used to it, there's a lot of it about), and as you would not have been told by "Not So Big Brother", upon entering the Not So Big Brother Blog each contestant is subjected to a full anal probe. There is no valid medical reason for this procedure, it is merely that "Not So Big Brother" is an evil, sadistic bastard who believes in ritual humiliation. I blame the English school system.

The comfy chair with the extra soft cushion is over in the corner. (If you can get that blubbering lard arse M'Organ to give it up.)

Not-So-Big-Brother is watching you Sedgwick. Kindly put that cushion down and refrain from using the Not-So-Big-Brother house furniture for your own sexual perversions. You're not at home now.

Right of reply.
"I never had sexual relations with that bean bag."

NOT-SO-BIG-BROTHER ANNOUNCEMENT!

Not So Big Brother would like to welcome the all-singing, all-dancing Joe King to the house. Joe is a semi-regular American guy with a penchant for tacos, a fifteen stone cat called Snowball and a strange attachment on his right knee that can be used as both a handle and a bottle opener. According to coroner's reports Joe runs a large on-line syndicate and self-help group for tadpoles whilst simultaneously juggling oranges in a fridge. (Note: Position of Contestant Researcher now available. Apply within.)

Not-So-Big-Brother welcomes Joe to the board and would like to remind him to wipe his feet after talking to Terry Sedgwick.

p.s. For some useful html code to jolly up your blogs, Joe, just click on the 'edit' button beneath your entries (watch it Sedgers!) or have a look at the html code bit posted further down the page.

What is happening to me? How did I get here? I want to go home now please....

Joe...click on the edit button below this posting on the 'edit your posts' board and you'll see the changes that I've made to make this possible.

Information supplied courtesy of Scrag Ends

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NOT SO BIG BROTHER ANNOUNCEMENT!

Firstly, I would just like to extend my thanks (in an unbiased manner, of course, as I still hope he gets voted out at the end of the first week) to Terence bin Sedgwick and his highly trained team of wombat minions who have diligently toiled between themselves (and between five minute sexual sessions once every half hour) to complete, more or less, the cosmetic changes to the Not-So-Big-Brother-Blogger-Board. A fine job has been made of it all, I'm sure you'll agree. (With the exception of some of the participants...especially those whose photographs have been doctored by the wombat buggering Sedgers.) If you're reading this announcement anywhere other than http://notsobigbrother.blogspot.com then please visit the link to see the site in all of its finished glory. There have been photographs added, links, comments boxes and, of course, that all important voting board...

Secondly...Mr Morgan, due to the restrictions placed upon me by my limited knowledge of html code and the unanswerable quandry of how to separate the umpteen million viewers we hope to have voting from the seven or less participants from the voting board...er...what was I saying? Whatever...I can't do it, so tough!

Thirdly, it seems that most of you have got the hang on what's happening here. Quick reminder: On Sunday evening the Not-So-Big-Brother doors close and no further entrants will be allowed inside. After that, Diary Room sessions, Nomination sessions, Tasks and evictions will begin in Earnest. (First person to make the obvious 'Oscar Wilde' joke gets evicted without warning.) Those of you who haven't blogged anything by that point will be the first up for eviction (which I think is only fair) so please make sure you participate if you want to win.

Any further questions? Nope...good. Carry on chaps and more photos of Jade naked please.

M'Organ, I am not responsible for the crap flag of our nation, any more than you and your forbears should be held responsible for Tom Jones, disgusting cold leek soup and the unattractive offspring of sheep (commonly known as Welsh intellectuals). HOWEVER I proudly stand by the Sedgwick family crest. The wombats as ever, rampant.

brian - could you alter the rules so we do the "voting off" thing privately. i don't want to offend Sedgwick when i vote him off the blog for no other reason than the country that harbors him has the world's worst flag.

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hey brian, if the winner gets a Scrag Ends original, what does the loser get - two Scrag Ends originals? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ack, ha .... err.

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A New Day dawns, and I feel like farting. Badly.

It's true, it's true. I take this opportunity to make note of the fact that a Summer diet of curried beans is unhealthy and should be avoided.

Song of the Day: Iron Maiden - The Wickerman

Website of the Day: The OFFICIAL Crewe Alexandra F.C. website!

80's TV Show of the Day: Speed Racer!

TRUTH BE TOLD

The actual photograph of a vacationing Kevin Coffee -- shown here before it was unscrupulously doctored.

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Allright, Sedgwick...Aunt Kylie questions my manhood, eh? Well, this is a contest where we will need to keep proving ourselves. So I now present a picture from my vacation last week. As you can see, the overwhelming impressiveness of my masculinity is clearly illustrated by the need for a second sombrero!

I noted the posting by Delgado, "I intend to take these fine pieces of atwork by hook or by crook" What a weak excuse for manhood is exposed by that statement. Let me tell you Mr. Delgado, and anyone else who cares to listen ... I AM IN IT FOR THE CHOOKS CHICKS. Any red blooded Aussie would say as much. Cower in fear from my skid marked camisole knickers that I wave in your face!! Hell hath no furry like an Aussie in full rut.

However I am also interested in getting my hands on those "Scrag Ends" scribblings so I can present them to a Grand Jury as evidence of Brian Hughes' outrageous plagiarism. I have seen every one of those cartoons signed with the name of the revered Welsh artist "S. Llanglie". (It is understood in ever decreasing circles that Llanglie is a distant relative of Paul M'Organ. But more of him, and the affliction he shares with his kissing cousin, later.)

So in my endeavour to bring Hughes to book I will do whatever is required. I will expose the pecadillos and armadillos of each of my fellow cellmates. If their wives, children, "significant others" and pets get caught in the crossfire, so be it. Collateral damage is inevitable, friendly fire knows no boundaries. Their tawdry pasts will come back to bite them on their collective bums. Nothing will escape my eagle brown eyed scrutiny.

First cab off the rank. Morgan, a pathetic excuse for humanity. A Benedict Arnold to all of us who play on the testosterone team. There he sits on the end of the bed like a torpid, over inflated, elephantitic Buddha, refusing to minister to the needs of our Jade's aunts. WHY? Let me tell you. As with a number of his relatives, there is no wood in his old growth forest! The Morgans are well known and ridiculed in Wales for their congenital inability to keep it up with the Joneses.

I shall leave you with that, and entreat you to take it into account when you vote. I must away to check on something I overheard Jade's Aunt Kylie say about Coffee. Something about being "a bit too instant for my liking".

Not-So-Big-Brother-Announcement!

Our next contestant, Paul "Organ" Morgan has joined the Not-So-Big-Brother housemates. Organ Morgan is a Virgo. He is famed throughout the Western Hemisphere for his incredibly flaccid todger. Amongst his many hobbies Organ lists "cycling" "chewing winnits" "taking a good shit" and "posting photographs of himself naked on the web." In his thirty-eight years of existence Organ has studied to be a bus conducter, been a cottager in Los Angeles, learned to play the pink oboe and stunt doubled for George Michael in the West End. He is the first 'housemate' to be openly trisexual.

Not-So-Big-Brother welcomes Paul Morgan to the house...please make him feel at home and little else.

This is a NOT-SO-BIG-BROTHER Announcement.

Firstly, Not-So-Big-Brother would like to welcome Kevin Coffee to the board. Kevin is an anchorman at some unheard of television station in the U.S. of A. His unique style of cartooning is derived from recycling old Charles Addams panels and stale boxers in a biscuit tin and then scanning the results. In his spare time Kevin is a Murray Mint and derives great pleasure from collecting socks. According to Terry Sedgwick, "If Kevin wins I will be forced to eat my own head." So come on folks...vote Coffee to win and let's see Sedgwick's final struggle.

Kevin, welcome to the Not-So-Big-Brother house. We hope your stay here will be pleasant, comfortable and sexually charged.

Secondly...Sedgwick...shut it. If you want to make a complaint you'll just have to wait until your first DIARY ROOM session. In the meantime, post some more photos of Jade to avoid immediate eviction.

Note to Not So Big Brother.

I wish lodge a formal complaint about Kevin using this contest for blatant promotion of his web site. It is NOT in the true spirit of "The Not So Big Brother Blog". How could anyone with an ort of dignity or scruples stoop to such a stunt?! Bring this lout back into line please sir.

As a service to aspiring Lotharios I shall be sharing some lines that I have found to be successful in attracting the fairer sex to the Sedgwick "Bed of Abandon and Heavenly Pleasure".

My successful line of the week:- "Your eyes shine with the innocent radiance of a misplaced tea strainer."

I have arrived to represent America in the Not So Big Brother contest. My name is Kevin Coffee. I am a web cartoonist, which gives me something in common with our host Mr. Hughes and fellow contestant Terry Sedgwick, BUT, unlike Sedgwick and Hughes, you will find that I don't steal all of my ideas from Jim Davis. So here I am. If you've never seen my web panel, Coffee Spill, check it out by clicking here.

I'm terribly excited to be a part of this contest, and if I win, I will use the prize money to travel to Australia and help save all the sexually abused wombats that are suffering so horribly there.

NOT SO BIG BROTHER ANNOUNCEMENT!

Firstly...the Not So Big Brother blog would like to welcome our latest contestant, Larry Miller III. Larry is 36, 24, 38 and enjoys polo, homeopathy and whale badgering. During the 1930's he spent time in a convent school followed by a short spell in prison because of it. Larry says that if he doesn't win, everyone else will lose and, therefore, has failed to grasp the voting system...although he certainly enjoyed grasping convent girls.

Welcome to the Not So Big Brother House, Larry...please use the correct facilities for whatever purposes during your stay.

Now...whilst I'm here, just a couple of other things. Starting with these helpful html codes that can be used in your blogs to make them jollier. (Don't forget to include the pointed brackets!):

Next...Sedgers, Blighty isn't doing that bad in the Commonwealth Games. 111 Ozzie medals Vs 88 British ones. Mind you we haven't done so well at the wombat fondling, the sheep goosing and the Sheila tupping, but, using Jade as our secret weapon and with another week to go, we've got big hopes for the 'being incredibly thick' catagory, the 'Having Large Buttocks' event and the 'Knowing less about the rest of the World than America does' slalom.

Important Notice for Housemates!

The applications for the Not So Big Brother House (and its incredible prizes...next year I'm thinking of giving away an old lettuce and a handkerchief containing a replica of the stain on Monika Lewinski's dress) will close this Sunday (Greenwich Mean Time)! Anybody not having logged on and introduced themselves via the Blogger board by this point will find the doors trapped on whatever extremity they're using to keep it ajar. So please register as soon as possible...otherwise it's going to be a very short competition. If you haven't recieved your 'official invite' yet then please let me know at the usual address. If you're having problems logging on to this board, also please let me know.

On with the show...oh, one last thing. During the first week all housemates will be put up for eviction. This, of course, doesn't mean they'll get evicted, just that they'll appear on the voting board. If you have your own web site a link to this page might be a good idea (although, of course, not compulsory) so that your fanclub can rally in support of your cause.

After that, each successive week will be down to individual nominations. The first task will be set sometime on Sunday. And I think that's it for now. Good luck housemates...and don't let Sedgwick win for God's sake!

Okay. I'm in. Does this qualify my sorry butt for the contest? Just remember, Brian, I won't accept being a loser. None of the usual contest tripe like "You are not a winner", either. I win or you lose! If the other contestants value their family and friends, they would be advised to take a bow and head off into the sunset. Better they do so while they are still able. I intend to take these fine pieces of atwork by hook or by crook. (The Butcher)

Note to Not So Big Brother.
I realise "The Not So Big Brother Blog" wants to attract hits by appealing to the voyeuristic tendency of Net surfers. However I will NOT to be party to gratuitous bedroom antics (AKA "Nights of the Dancing Doonas"). I would be most appreciative if you could take Peter aside and advise him that the persistent late night carnal overtures directed at me are destined to fall on barren ground. He is neither furry nor wet muzzled.

The *real question* is why hasn't anybody in Britain seen through to the hidden shallows (© Dorothy Parker) that I managed to discover are possessed by this true English rose. You lot just don't appreciate your own!! Here Down Under she would be the head of a political party, a leading scientific researcher and a shit hot table top dancer.

I think a better question is who would *want* to show a girl like Jade a good time!

And so begins a bright new day. Not much to say really beyond the fact that I had a pie for lunch and that CREWE ALEXANDRA FOOTBALL CLUB KICK ARSE!!! True, they lost to the Malta international side, but that is a small set back...

Website of the Day: HOME STAR RUNNER!

Song of the Day: A - Nothing

80's TV Show of the Day: The A*Team

Posting #1 by the Undisputed King of the Wombats.

As you can see I am not new to this "Big Brother" caper. This the photo (taken during my stay in the British Big Brother House) that is reputed to have broken Brian Hughes' heart. Notwithstanding my advanced years (and to correct Not So Big Brother, I am actually 83 years old) a diet of wombat gonads and kookaburra brains has contributed to my astonishingly youthful looks and prodigious priapic skills. I can still show the likes of Jade a very good time.

Australians ... whuppin' British white saggy arse for decade after decade.

Not So Big Brother Disclaimer Two:

Being the web master here, as mentioned previously, I will not be censoring any posts (on your own heads be it). I will also not be voting and/or be responsible for any audience (assuming there is one) response. (The chants of "Get Tim Out 'cos he's a ginger twat!" from the t.v. version of Big Brother still send a shiver down my spine...but hey, that's the nature of the game.)

Tactical voting...I can't do much about...but it wouldn't be very sporting to cheat. St*ve L*ngille getting wind of this board and voting repeatedly for Terry Sedgwick, I also can't do anything about.

If anybody walks from the board it's got nothing to do with me...although, obviously they won't win. Any slanders, defamations, riots, arguments, chamber pots broken around the backs of heads etc are the responsiblity of the individual bloggers and nothing to do with me. Should the votes on any particular eviction night be of equal amounts (i.e. no votes cast) then the decision will be passed to an independant adjudicator. And, for the record, in no manner shall I be held responsible for pictures of St*ve Lang*lle's family being broadcast on this board. Although I would find them amusing.

p.s. Please feed the chickens before bed.

13? Pah. 17 and verile. VERY verile.

Hello all. Just saying hi. Website of the Day: College University!!! http://www.collegeuniv.com

Song of the Day: Genesis - Jesus He Knows Me 80's TV Show of the Day: The Go Bots

Not So Big Brother's Note: Hi Peter. Good to have you on board. Hope you won't be too offended by some of the stuff that no doubt Sedgwick and people are going to post here. Incidentally, if you click on the edit button beneath this blog on the 'Edit the Posts' page, you'll be able to see some of the 'html' codes that I've added to this message to jolly it up a little. Good luck!

Not So Big Brother DISCLAIMER!

At this point it might be wise for me to point out a couple of things. As with the t.v. series of Big Brother this site, once underway, might contain graphic images of nudity, photos of Jade's arse, bad language, moronic content, strobe effects and/or personal opinions. Obviously, as web master here, I cannot be held responsible for what others say, post or do. (Especially that bearded womabt molester, Sedgwick!) Forewarned is forearmed and it's time for Graham Norton, so for now, have a very good evening.

Not-So-Big-Brother Announcement:

Our third contestant has foolishly joined the house! Peter Cooper of the Oxford and Buckinghamshire Light Infanty, so watch your step Sedgwick. Peter is 13 years old, enjoys Pot Noodles and custard and says that when he grows up he wants to be Pope.

Big Brother would like to welcome our third contestant and remind him not to urinate in the dustbin. In the meantime, please free to Blog as everything counts towards the voter's reaction...I suspect.

Not-So-Big-Brother Announcement:

Our first two contestants have arrived.

Contestant number one originates from the land of wombats, gold medals and sheep interference...Antipodean Legend, Terry Sedgwick. Terry is 73, carves garden gnomes for his own perverse pleasures, collects marsupials for government soirees and has a beard. He is currently pregnant and is expected to give birth to either triplets or wind in the near future.

Our second contestant is Peter Delgado jr. Peter was once related to Roger Delgado who played the Master in the original Doctor Who series. These days Peter enjoys botony, mollusc hunting and potatoes. If he wins the Not-So-Big-Brother contest, Peter says he'll donate one of the Scrag Ends to the Save the Orphans Trust Fund and use the other two as toilet paper.

NOT-SO-BIG-BROTHER welcomes our first two contestants. Please feel free to Blog Amongst yourselves whilst we continue to build around you.

WHAT'S ON OFFER!

The glittering, black and white prizes!

Yes...the lucky winner of the Scrag Ends Not-So-Big-Brother-Blog gets a choice from the three original, pen and ink (with pencil marks...especially the captions which are just roughed in but don't let that put you off), signed, original (I've said that once, haven't I?) Scrag Ends below!

Agatha decides to exercise her brain.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Simpkins, but Timothy appears to be suffering from a haunted arse."

Sheep Skates!

(Please note..the captions may be mixed up due to the fact that I just called the images on the site a, b and c. But you get the general idea.)

Ah...what the hell...the winner gets all three of them!

We still have a few places available, so apply now for your seat in the Not-So-Big-Brother-Blog!

If you want to enter please contact me at:

ScragEnds@BTInternet.com!

The Scrag Ends "not-so-BIG BROTHER" Blog!

How it works!

Six ordinary people enter! Only one survives! The winner gets a free, original Scrag End cartoon! (Hey...you can't say fairer than that!)

The Rules are simple:

1) In order to enter the not-so-Big Brother Blog you must first contact me at scragends@btinternet.com! Following a complex elimination process six people will be chosen to take part. The unlucky ones move on to stage two. (Please note: Depending on the number of applicants there may be more than six people to start off with...on the other hand there may be less. Considerably less! If only one person applies, then they automatically win the prize. If no-one applies, then I'll just keep it!)

2) Once inside the not-so-Big Brother blog the contestants will be set various tasks to complete as well as posting whatever they feel fit in order to please the crowd. Remember, the more the viewers like it, the better chance you have of winning.

3) Once a week the remaining contestants will nominate two people to be evicted.

4) Once a week the two potential evictees will be put to the vote. Who goes? Who stays? Who cares?

5) The final contestant left standing wins the Scrag End. It's that simple.

Apply now for your place...or just bookmark this site to see how everything unfolds. (Always assuming that enough people are interested to take part.)