Well poppets its been a week.
Finally, what strikes me about SidnNancy's latest forays into monetising mass wokeness is how lazy and patronising it all is.
They fetch up against the most modest background you can find in an LA Mansion. Harry having jusy been dragged out of bed and herself 5 hours screaming at a Vietnamese Beautician. They spout utter crap in tones, apparently penned by Meghan whilst farting through her Yoga, of entirely fake and unconvincingly performed reverence for the amazing inspiring leadership shown by people who havent either been given everything on a plate or married it.
The ostensible purpose being whatever is fashionable at the moment: climate change, BLM, toilet drops. Their tone is that of the Royal Family from another age. Confident their mere presence can cure scrofula or inspire the toiling ignorant masses with wonder at their beauty and privilege. In return they have a fan base of tragic vicious nobodies who mistakenly believe proximity to their idols conveys something other than pity and contempt.
Like all similar tales of public self-delusion in the age of instant mass communication, it can increasingly only be watched through narrowed fingers as anger at the betrayal turns to genuine fear about what the outcome might finally be.
Here's Aunties alternative avatar: a gifted writer, a whisker and an education short of genius, with one of the best deadpans in the business hiding in the body of a fat bloke from Barnsley with a face like a broken clog; and Shirley Bassey.