I can't see Eileen surviving this eviction so I should probably pay my tributes to the phenomenon that was Eileen Daily now before I begin uncontrollably weeping/the world ends/etc etc. For her vampiric porn past, for never not wearing gold shoes, for creating an entire interpretive dance routine to the song Gold Digger, for creating many a mental image with the song Come on Eileen, for going doolally with grace, for never saying die until you're dead (and then you're dead), for smashing her eggs so fast that they disappeared nearly as quickly as Joel's heterosexuality, for clocking Jade, for clocking Showbiz, for somehow doing everything bar clocking whatever was in those poor lollipops, for taking the twins under her wing, for taking Marc under her wing (?), for taking all that back when she was nominated every single week for her age, for being terrorised by teddy bears, for not being terrorised by the prospect of being shot in the face, for turning on the waterworks, for turning on any men googling her filmography and for generally being the best contestant of Big Brother 2015, because apparently the diary room corridor doesn't count as a housemate.
Godspeed, Eileen, and remember - you can always count on the fact that somewhere in this world, dogs are being skinned alive.
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