Paris Hilton's search for a British Best Friend Premiered last night on ITV2.
It was bad. So shockingly bad , it is almost art . I was transfixed from beginning to end as the almost skeletal Paris pouted her way thru a show that is basically The Apprentice for really really dumb people.
All the contestants were a bizarre shade of orange(a fake tan shade referred to scathingly as Essex Peach) , their pipe cleaner legs barely able to support the pile of greasy hair extensions heaped upon their heads.A good half of the contestants are feral, piggy eyed , grasping, fame seekers.The other half seemed to be a bit confused as to why they are there. One suspects the latter group have been included as cannon fodder for the fame seekers and will be picked off without mercy in the coming few weeks.
One hapless contestant was eliminated last night by a glacial and implacable Paris for having an almost complete mental breakdown after having her hair force ably cut to a style and length dictated by Paris's team of naff stylists.
To my surprise and shame , I thoroughly enjoyed the program , and am genuinely looking forward to the next episode.
Is there something wrong with me ????