Living the Dream [antikvár]

Introduction I paused at the top of the steps leading from the Big Brother house, nervously pushing my fingers through my hair. Behind me, there was an eerie quietness, a deserted house which for three weeks had been home not just to me but to nine others, all of them well-known celebrities. The disembodied voice of Big Brother broke the silence: 'Chantelle, you have won Celebrity Big Brother. Please leave the Big Brother house.' The doors slid open - and the world went mad. The noise of thousands of people cheering was deafening. Flashbulbs were popping, and fireworks whooshed upwards, cascading light across the black January sky. Below me was a sea of shouting, screaming faces, and coming towards me was Davina McCall, with two burly security men behind her. I walked down the steps in an excited daze. I can't even