I’d decided that tonight I would get cracking with the ridiculous backlog of writing and photos I’m busting to post. This all changed when Rhi announced, “Property Ladder is back on tonight!”
“Ooh! I love The Ladder!” I cancelled all plans.
Within five minutes I remembered that I HATE THE LADDER. The series follows first-time property developers as they chuck in their jobs and take sledgehammers to walls without consulting architects or checking for damp in an attempt to make a palace out of a pile of shite. The problem is, they’re usually idiots. Where do they find these idiots? I’m guessing an advert in News Of The World, WANTED: IDIOTS.
Tonight’s infuriating episode featured sisters Tanya and Natalie who took a beautifully classic Art Deco house and managed make it look like P&O cruise ship meets eccentric colourblind auntie with cats. They budgeted £60,000 and ended up spending £259,000. As the show went to air it still had not sold.
My throat still aches from all that screaming at the telly. You. Fucking. IDIOTS! I hope you go bankrupt! I hate this show! I hate this show! Why didn’t you remind me I hate this show!?
Half an hour later after it was all over and we were well absorbed with last night’s episode of Six Feet Under, Rhi muttered with disgust, “I can’t believe what they did to that house”.