Big Brother contestant Shabby has claimed to fellow housemates that she's addicted to masturbating, which means there might be some truth to that old wives tale... However, we're not actually sure if "three per day" can actually be classed as an addiction - it's hardly up there with Basshunter's 25...

Anyway, we're no Ted Hughes, but we've uncovered another poem from the blog she was updating before she entered the house - and we think it might be about her deep sexual nature, stemming from that, like, really profound night she had during her gap year...

The End Of The World Party

Have sex. Make art. Do drugs  Dance.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

I don’t feel fine. I feel sick. Neurotic.

Horned beasts dance around the reaching flames.

The entire world is on fire. We burn into

Ashes. If this ship is going down,

I cling fast to the bow, and you’re all coming

With me. The beautiful meeting of fire and water.

A doomed tribes daughter. Let’s waste it.

The ironic tragedy of a race that wrote it’s

Own ending. Outcome: Pending.

So let’s have sex. We no longer need to procreate,

So let’s just mate, just for the fun of it.

It’s over

So let’s make art. Not for the bleeding hearts

But ugly pictures of dolls parts, just for the fun of it

It’s over.

So let’s do drugs, yeah, let’s get fucked

We’ll snort, pop, inject till we’re pushing our luck, just for the fun of it.

It’s over

So let’s dance, as if nobody is watching,

Because nobody is, just for the fun of it.

It’s over.

Have sex. Make art. Do drugs. Dance.