It's back. What Monday evenings have been sorely
missing and the reason why our Tuesday mornings at work in the kitchen, have
been eerily quiet. Three words; Made in Chelsea!
Whether you are team
Lucy or Louise, love or loathe Spencer, think Jamie's hand gestures are cute or
the worse thing to come out of the McVitie legacy or couldn't give a flying
toss, there's no getting away from the e4 ‘reality’ TV show.
From the name-dropping,
bar-hopping, bed-bouncing, ra-deee-da sex scandals; they are the young, rich and incestuous wearing
only the latest labels. Vintage prints, fur stoles, large totes balanced on the
forearm, felt fedoras, luxurious cashmere and leather jackets thrown casually
over the shoulder (the latter for when they show us they can do indie too
whilst swigging pony-neck beers in a very grimy, yet perfectly clean live
music bar in Primrose Hill.) Drama, awkward silences, beautifully expensive gold stacked rings, glossy tonged hair and Cheska stirring it all together- this show has it all!
See they are just
like us. (Apart from Phoebe. Not sure what stone she crawled out from...)
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