There are five votes for Lennon, and one - from guess who? - for Albert Finney.As the full weight of an upright, censorious nation takes its revenge, The Beatles' career is ended three years early, and Lennon returns to Liverpool, a broken man. Still, The Lord's Taverners are quids in, so who's complaining?Back to this week, anyway So far, such intrigue has been thin on the ground. The inbuilt transparency of modern celebworld has led to only small and muted surprises - Jack Dee's sizeable belly, Keith Boyzone rhapsodising about life as a male stripper, Eubank just about surpassing even his own standards of ludicrousness. Yet the show has still cast its gloriously compulsive spell.So who shall we vote for next? The pacifyingly mumsy Vanessa, the Mrs Mills of our times, may yet turn out to be the one element that holds things together.

Vote Feltzy!Johnrhys.harris virgin . It is a time of unprecedentedly low participation in conventional politics. More people vote to evict people from the Big Brother house than vote in many elections. So what do politicians do about all of this? They try to look more like us - William Hague drinks people under the table and all Cabinet ministers are card-carrying football supporters They wear jeans and appear on Richard and Judy. It is a time of unprecedentedly low participation in conventional politics.

More people vote to evict people from the Big Brother house than vote in many elections. So what do politicians do about all of this? They try to look more like us - William Hague drinks people under the table and all Cabinet ministers are card-carrying football supporters. They wear jeans and appear on Richard and Judy. But none of this works. It doesn't work, because these people aren't remotely ordinary They're politicians. There's nothing ordinary about being the Prime Minister and something deeply disturbing about wanting to be leader of the Conservative Party since you were 15 years old No one can carry it off because it's not them.