*le sigh*

“Julia Fox...”

The soundtrack is absolutely outstanding in terms of 1990s electronic and techno music. I’d say it was the gateway drug that led me to loving Orbital, Underworld, BT and Kruder & Dorfmeister. Others - like The Prodigy and Stereo MCs - I already knew about from my much cooler-in-terms-of-musical-taste-only older sister.…

The writers all seem like those insufferable twats who played that Dream Phone game as children. You know, the game with a lurid pink handset that didn’t tell you that the call was coming from inside the house or seem to think your name was Sydney?

Did this also include a wee peptalk on the dangers of labelling every single person in Britain a racist because we don’t like our Prime Minister (here’s a clue, Yanks: we don’t like Rish! Sunak because he’s brown, or because he’s a multi-millionaire married to a tax-dodging non-dom - we don’t like him because he’s a…

“A former Catholic priest who was caught having a threesome with two dominatrices on the altar of a Louisiana church pleaded guilty to felony obscenity on Monday.”

I don’t think the Yanks are ready for the character assassination of St Meghan of Wallis-Simpson just yet. Or maybe they are...

Wait until you have to endure that My Policeman film. I won’t spoil it, but you will ache for the moments when Mr Styles is not on-screen.

My darling, not win an award? Do the Razzies mean less to you than salad does to a mid-westerner? For shame!

I agree about pearls. Just like the Kardashians, they’ve been around the block more times than I care to think of. I’d rather wear diamonds or sapphires myself (purely because my peepers are blue). Now, if you’re a cheapo (like the cast of Interchangeable pop middens up there) you can get away with wearing crystal.…

My partner would like suggest this to “complement” Mr Bundchen’s (look, say what you want, no fucker outside of the rancid cesspit of the USA knows who the fuck Tom Brady is. My partner actually thought he was a meth-stoked ex-porn star, FFS) “fashion” sense...

Those pictures aren’t pretty, Dennis. Seriously, can’t you get an Instaprat to slut those pictures up and make the damned thing look edible?

No doubt the shit-smear planned an attack for that day.  Too fucking coincidental.

So, the thing I loved about this episode wasn’t so much the Charles and Diana melodrama but the little vignettes and snippets of the other couples lives (my personal favourite was the woman who wanted to divorce her husband because she hardly sees him due to his job). My partner pointed out that the law (at least, in…

Oh no, after the divorce she changed her hair. Don’t forget: you’re seeing the same sort of contrived image bullshit that we’re seeing with Kate Middleton.

Aaaaaaaah....alcopops. The scourge of the right-wing British media in the 1990s. The big one for years at my school was Hooch, a somewhat oddly cleaning-fluid-flavoured drink that was popular amongst the hipster set in my year. It was stronger than Smirnoff Ice (which didn’t come onto the scene until 1999) and it was…

It is very “Late 2000s International Male”, isn’t it? Bet that wizened fool’s got this in his closet. Probably thinks it makes him look fancy.

Wait - so the guy destroys the cheque, thus rendering it worthless (and given that it’s Germany it would have been impossible for him to cash the cheque in the first place), Haribo sends him some treats as a thank-you and...and you’re whining about it? Do you need to speak to their manager? Personally, I’d have sent…

We won’t get to see Meghan Markle in the next series, I’m afraid. We’ve already taken a few pot-shots at Wallis Simpson Mk2.

Chuckle? Darling, I practically screeched with laughter when she popped up!