Glyn Bollocked For Talking In Tongues

Welsh drone Glyn has become the first housemate to incur the displeasure of Big Chudder. The lifeguard, A-level student who sports the weedy torso of a war camp victim has been hanging around fellow Welsh bore Imogen. Smelling of changing rooms, the foot dip and cheese Glyn has latched onto his countrymate after his so called "perfect body" failed to impress.

The small penised non Adonis went into the Diary room to pick up some batteries. He was told in no uncertain terms to stop speaking Welsh at Imogen. "But it's British, isn't it?" Glyn protested flexing a pathetic bicep at the camera. "It's not english," Big Chudder said. "And it's not right. Get out and stop talking that shite or you're washed up like one of the fat fuckers who drown on your watch, puny boy," Big Chudder didn't add.

Sixth-former Glyn then said in a normal language that he felt spoilt as all his friends were at school doing their A-levels, while he was in the Big Chudder House. And? Who gives a chud?