Maxwell and Saskia: What, It’s Not True Love?

I swear this is my last post about Big Brother (at least for this evening)!

The relationship between Maxwell (cheeky cockney chappie) and Saskia (sulty busty beauty) always raised alarm bells with me. After the Michelle and Stuart storyline from last year, I think everybody was expecting a copycat ‘romance’. For romance, read fake relationship that all the airhead celebrity magazines like Heat would buy into. For copycat, read did they or didn’t they shag under the covers?

Scenario: Oh, we fell in love in the Big Brother house. It was love at first sight, and we’d love to get together outside the house for photo ops and movie premieres. No, I’m not saying if we shagged or not. You can find out exclusively in Hello if you want to know.

12 Months Later: Oh, it’s all gone wrong. I’ve lost 2 stone and spent a month in The Priory for paparazzi addiction. Oh, the pain is unbearable. By the way, I just looovvve the clothes in this photoshoot!

Anyway, as the cameras were panning over the former housemates at this evening’s Big Brother final, I noticed Maxwell acting the twat, standing up and whooping. Nothing unusual in that, you might say. At the same time, however, a very pissed-off looking Saskia was gesturing to him to sit down.

Trouble in fake paradise?