I am in the Big Brother House, which is not so much of a house as an all-encompassing, travelling bandwagon. It is eviction day, and I am playing football in the street (Clarkston Toll) with Craig. I kick the ball away, in order to get rid of him. I am chosen for eviction. I leave the house and am faced with some autograph hunters, whom I know are false, and don't really want my autograph. I look up and there is a huge tower, with spectators, some of them my friends, staring down at me.

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