Our spy is on fire! Not literally, that would contravene health and safety regulations in the BB compound. But what we can tell you is that, when the housemates walked down from their heavenly perch, Charley took it upon herself to grab the warm-up man’s mic and scream into it at the crowd. The boos were so loud that whatever rot she was spouting was indecipherable, but we bet our fictitious Gucci boots that she probably wasn’t being funny, innit.