I have a new hate figure.
Well, he's not new exactly. I've always thought he was a tit, but recently he's confirmed it.
Who am I talking about? Gok Wan, that's who.
Mrs F-C is quite a fan of his makeover show Gok's Fashion Fix. But the minute I hear my first 'girlfriend', 'zjusshy' (if that's how it's spelt) or 'bangers', I'm seething with fury. I buried myself in a book last night, which is far preferable to the coffin I would have been buried in after dying through sheer irritation having sat through the show.
Now I'm sure Gok's perfectly lovely in real life, but does he have reel out this sing-song ubercamp faux sisterly advice to dumpy women from Rochdale, putting them through fashion parades and shopping trips to Evans. It's not what he does though, which I'm sure they're all grateful for, it's what he's saying while he's doing it. His litany of catchphrases like 'you go girl' and all his various names for breasts other than breasts really gets on my, well, tits.
So all that, plus his bonkers clothes, his silly earring and the addition of Brix Smith to the show - I have one of her singles from when she was in the Adult Net - make this the most infuriating hour on TV.
Just as well it's not aimed at me.
