IT'S A question that has baffled the greatest minds for generations but last night the Big Brother contestants were set the task of solving the meaning of life.

Don't you just love that the housemates are all so thick they genuinely don't have a clue when Big Brother is taking the mickey?

"Procreation. That's it." declared Mikey.

And the matter was pretty much closed for him.

"To love each other," pondered Pete (does he remind anyone else of Johnny Depp as Edward Scissorhands?) who is steadily being driven mad by the lustful intentions of every woman in the house towards him.

"At the end of the day, love leads to procreation," reasoned Mikey, refusing to budge. Maybe he's missing Grace?

Inflated woman Lea wasn't interested in all that mumbo jumbo especially when the conversation turned to religion.

"Wasn't the Bible written, like, 2,000 years ago? Life is more complicated now," she trilled.

I suppose she's got a point after all Jesus didn't have to worry about constant topping up of false tan, hair extensions and fake nails, did he?

The freak show is slowly becoming the Glyn show with the simpleton Welshman hogging most of the screen as viewers sit glued to the transformation from a small-town rural teenager into a man.

Mind you, now the cast is dwindling there's not much else for the cameramen to focus on other than bitching sessions and everyone squeezing the word "babe" into every sentence as much as humanly possible.

But I've got to admit it I think I'm hooked.