The queen of capitalism (and piggie-faced Tory supporter) delivers a protectionist manifesto dressed in a lousy, gimmicky handy hints format as she suggests we avoid buying foreign muck and instead make our own tat or go back to the make-do-and-mend culture of the post-second world war period.
What was good about it?
• There is some satisfaction to be had from seeing the mighty fallen. Allsopp grovels around in skips to furnish the Devon home she’s bought as a renovation project.
• And Allsopp grovels around in a rubbish bin full of tired old clichés to come up with drivel such as: “It’s a blank canvas. I can breathe new life into it and give it the TLC it deserves and that means making every rooom individual and everything in the room tell a story that is personal to me.”
• It’s good to see that ancient crafts such as pottery and glass blowing survive.
What was bad about it?
• Allsopp is transforming herself into Margaret Thatcher – a smug, overbearing old cow who can patronise for England. She’s a lot joliler than our behated Thatcher – but only in a grating jolly hockeysticks way. And when she’s not, she’s resorting to girlish giggling.
• When Kirstie says she’s looking to “find inspiration” she means she’s looking for things to copy. Badly.
• The better half of the Location, Location, Location pairing – Phil Spencer – has been ditched so that Allsopp can hog (apt word) the camera for a full hour.
• She drives a 4×4 Land Rover.