In Glasgow, it's a beautiful sunny day, and I'm (happily) trapped in a Made in Chelsea marathon.
This show is so absurd. These people meet randomly for two seconds to share points of contention or gossipy bits, and then have a party where they all face them. Make up, break up, blow up, and later throw up because everyone's pissed. Way better than those real housewives...
Via iPhone
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