I know I should be doing other stuff with my time but, in a week that was sorely missing any reality shows for Flett to get her teeth stuck into, here’s the great woman on Who Do You Think You Are?:
It’s a wildly successful format, but there’s no denying there’s something faintly naff about Who Do You Think You Are?
In fairness, she likes the programme, although I don’t quite know what’s so “naff” about it? Perhaps it’s not edgy enough or something.
Later in the column:
I think I’m probably undergoing some sort of emotional backlash against trendy telly, because I really enjoyed Marple.
I don’t suppose it’ll last.