Whats Michael Barrymores game?
It’s a cynical question, of course. But then, very little is more cynical than Celebrity Big Brother, so it’s not unfair. And Barrymore, who has been living in New Zealand for the four years since a party guest was found dead in his swimming pool, has, even by the warped standards of this show, been behaving somewhat oddly. Roused in the early hours by housemates disgruntled with his snoring, he wandered through the house, scouring already clean kitchen surfaces; raptly considering a cactus (apparently in order “get one of those prickly things off to make a pen”); singing to himself; staring out into the garden and announcing that “there are small horses out in the yard. I might go and ride on one in a minute”; walking up to a portrait of the Queen, squirting lemon juice in her eyes, then poking them out with a spiky lemon squeezer. Assaulting the Queen, says psychologist Oliver James, “doesn’t necessarily mean anything”. He’s interested in the horses. He’s always thought Barrymore has
