Trinny & Susannah Undress The Nation
Posted by Jess McGuire at 9:33 PM on May 8, 2008
Erm, just in case I'm not the only one out there watching this (and the odds are, I'm not - IPL Twenty/20 Cricket? Thank you, but no...), I'd just like to point out how hilarious Trinny and Susannah's po-faced approach to grabbing random British women's tits and talking about the crime of appallingly fitted brassieres as though they were discussing atrocities in Sudan is - and by 'hilarious', I mean 'slap worthy'.
Kelsey Munro is right on the money by saying -
If you're doing this kind of television, at a bare minimum you should be funny. Trinny and Susannah come across as the sort of delusionally self-involved fashionistas that Absolutely Fabulous used to parody, except they are screamingly unfunny. This is one hour of your life you'll never get back.
You're right, Kelsey. You're right.
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