What a flat way to end series five. Why mess with a pristine format? Made in Chelsea won a Bafta for ‘constructed reality,’ not a load of twentysomethings enduring a fake awards ceremony in a badly lit studio
It’s hard not to feel sorry for doe-eyed Andy. He spends months pining after Louise, has huge nostrils, endures many an awkward drink with Spencer, then finally gets his hands on the prize to find she’s more interested in snapchatting her night of sleepover passion away with Rosie.
Polo season is upon us, as are the preparations the cast of Made in Chelsea must make to impress the opposite sex at such equine events. Stallion Spencer is one step ahead of the game, having already managed to snare Lucy the mare as his girlfriend.
Made in Chelsea – Series 5, Episode 9: Jamie and Proudlock struggle sartorially when summer comes to Chelsea
Summer has struck for the “sartorially challenged” of Chelsea. As the sun beamed down on a private residents’ square in SW3, Jamie welcomed in the weather with a game of boules (with Boulle) in a leopard print sleeveless shirt. Even Proudlock, ever a fan of animal prints, said he looked “Hansel Zoolander Bam Bam”.
Move over Binky, there’s a new bawd in town and her name is Victoria.
If you had any doubt where Binky gets her brilliantly brassy disregard for social graces, episode seven confirmed she’s a chip off the old block.
Lucy and Spencer are a match made in haaaaaahven. If their Bond-themed date next episode looks anything to go by, the two could be very happy sipping champagne in a blue uplit bar together for their rest of their lives.
In theory, staging a break-up on the Southbank with the Tate Modern and Thames in the background should elevate the scene to new levels. But in practice it was just two above-average looking people leaning onto a chrome rail trying not to look too cold.
It’s clear immature Jamie hasn’t learned from messing Binky about, and will continue to do so.
The recession has finally hit Chelsea. Jamie is forced to stop staying in £2,000 per night hotel rooms, Mark Francis has got a J.O.B and the SW3 gang venture away from the pricey King’s Road for night out in the gritty depths of north London.
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