Eleven women in a confined space do not an even House make. And these girls have been sweating, begging and braying for even a sniff of a bloke these past three days.

Well strap yourselves in ladies; you're about to get one of your very own. Gathered on the sofas, the women were speculating as to what tonight might hold, when suddenly they heard a noise.

Without fanfare, new MALE housemate Ziggy opened the door. Like hyenas on some fresh flesh, most of the younger housemates pounced on the new arrival.

"Hello darling," said Carole.

"I'm Ziggy," he said, giving each housemate a welcome kiss. "It's all girls."

"Oh god," said Emily, grabbing hold of Nicky in excitement.

"Am I the only guy here?" he asked, looking around and trying to decipher a clear word from the sound of eleven women talking at once.

"Zig-a-zig-ah?" joked Emily.

"You well?" he said shaking hands with Lesley as the rest lined up to meet him.

As Carole cornered him for a quick chat, Tracey looked excited. "He's fit!" she told Shabnam.

"He's alright," came the reply.

"Give the guy some space, ladies," said Laura.

Too right.

As Ziggy was called to the Diary Room, Nicky asked that all-important question. "Do you think he's gay?"

"I reckon he's a chef," said Tracey.

He's certainly got this lot on heat.