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I like to think that I keep up with most of Mrs W's viewing habits, but she's been watching more and more trash since emerging from her hospital trip and things are spiralling out of control. I understand the need for rest and recuperation, but fear the virus has eaten away at the part of her brain responsible for quality control.

Somehow or other, I've never previously settled down to How to look good naked on Channel 4. For the uninitiated, the show is presented by a man called Gok Wan who has the kind of face you could happily slap for a week. No, make that a fortnight.

Mr Wan is a firm believer that a woman hasn't lived until she's dressed herself up as a tart and paraded herself naked in front of TV cameras. The only thing holding her back is her self-esteem. With the help of hairdressers, make-up artists and a load of disingenuous patter about how great the girl is now looking, he persuades her to sway down a catwalk in lingerie and pose on a chair like Christine Keeler.

Miss Keeler, of course, was a topless showgirl who somehow managed to look classy in her iconic 60s photo. The poor unfortunates selected by the Gokster are quite classy women who end up looking like topless showgirls.

Forgive me while I switch channels. Dog Borstal Unleashed is waiting on BBC3.

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  1. Anonymous5:18 AM

    Dear God, I quite agree.

    I can't stand him. I ended up watching the first one with a friend of mine and it went spare. He's awful, the message behing the show is awful, he's got a book out now and his face is all over Waterstone's, and we have to put up with another six weeks of it.

    Please, please, PLEASE make shows like this stop, and send all people like him to somewhere very, very far away.

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  2. Jenny,

    While I agree wholeheartedly with your sentiments, I fear that shows like this will never stop. Only multiply. A bit like an uncontrollable virus. The only defence is to take precautions and not turn on the TV.

    Good to have you on board at Washed and Ready.

    Phil

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  3. Anonymous11:08 AM

    Good to be here. Lovely to find someone who talks sense!

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