Caught a little bit of brilliantly trashy telly this evening in between bouts of marking. At first I thought Husband Hunters might have been clever cutting edge satire until I realised that the young, or sort of young, ladies featured were for real - or what they took to be reality.
Favourite line, from an enthusiastic (and I mean ENTHUSIASTIC!!!) Wedding Planner advising on the music for the big day: I'm visioning violins! Well, I suppose she would be.
The lovely thing about watching this stuff is that you can almost convince yourself you're reasonably normal at the side of the grotesques on display. Cruel, but refreshingly so.
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