It's the morning after the night before and memories of the previous evening's debaucheries are coming back to haunt the housemates slowly but surely.

Stumbling from their beds shortly after nine to the sound of Sugababe's Freak Like Me, the still drunk housemates slumped to the lawn, made half-hearted attempts at dancing and then collapsed on the grass.

"What went on last night?" asked Steph, sounding rather panicked. "I think I'm having flashbacks."

One by one the wicked antics of the dirty half dozen came to light, amid much gasping, forehead clutching and protestations of anticipated vomit.

"S**T! I was in the Diary Room slurring my head off," cried Nush.