Not Until Yesterday.
When Josh went into the Diary Room and confessed that not surfing every day was really getting to him, and added that there was a girl he had been seeing 'on a daily basis for the last nine months' whose absence was getting to him as bad as the surfing.
This is the way perfidious boyfriends tell the world that their steady girlfriend exists.
He is just like George, with his 'on again, off again' girlfriend - the one that he split up with when he found out he was going into lockdown, the one in the photo over his bed, the one he is going to hook up with again as soon as he leaves the house, and whom he intends to employ full time in the unpaid management of his assets and production of his family trust beneficiaries. That is to say, he really has a girlfriend, that is committed to him, that gives him whatever he needs out of a relationship, but he has decided that saying he is single and implying he is looking for love in the house gives him more options for staying in the house.
Then he bitches about the girls who take the bait - 'poor poor pitiful me, all these girls won't let me be' behind their backs, but encourages them to fight among themselves in order to make himself look interesting and desirable - something he isn't willing to do for himself because that would put him on the radar.
It infuriates me that he has a girlfriend of nine months standing, and we get fed this '100 dates' 'Just haven't found the right one yet' bullshit. I wish the girls would all get together and start nominating him, George and Michael strategically, because this is all about the boys club, the same as forms every single year, dividing and conquering the female housemates through faux 'relationships'.
Wake up Angie! Wake up Layla!