The only way is Essex - I am LOVING this already

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Surely I am not the only one watching this?

It's brilliant!!

I'm cringing - watching this in Essex!

I'm watching although I have no idea why since I'm thinking WTF! every 15 seconds. I don't think I've ever seen so much fake tan in one show.

It's so staged and painful to watch

It's hilarious.
That guy is such a plank.

I think this is the most embarrassed I have ever been about being from Essex - and that includes the Essex Girl joke years when I was in my late teens.

This is NOT real is it?? It is scripted etc with bad actors??

agree with Zisfor, watching while MNing and thinking WTF no doubt it will become quite addictive lol

Is it real? It's like a really bad version of the Hills?! Strangely addictive though

More money that sense/taste!

Just like the hills but with really awful common Essex people.

It is fabulous/painful to watch !!! So close to home IYSWIM

hahahahahaha

Like The Hills...but BADLY acted

Desperately trying to be like The Hills but failing badly. It is cringeworthy , stilted and staged.

We aren't all that stupid and don't call everyone babe every 5 seconds.

I used to drink in the sugar hut when it was just the white hart. I could cry at what they've done to what was a proper pub.

"you alright, babe?"

Thanks Proles

ITV 2

DH has just got in from work and has been sucked in to it good and proper! He is watching with a look of slight disbelief on his face though

mark is such a cock

I live in Essex (a million miles from Brentwood though - in every sense.)

I had to watch this even though I thought I knew what to expect. But it was worse than my worst nightmares. Not only was it diabolical cringe-making telly that necessitated watching through the gaps in my fingers, but who knew sterotyping could reach such heady heights? I was braced for flashy wide boys and vacuous walking Caramacs in vertiginous heels - but these people are only loosely human.

I felt deeply uncomfortable watching it yet I couldn't drag my eyes away. It was like having one of those awful dreams where you are naked in a public place.

You know the statistic about never being more than 7 feet a way from a rat, even though you never actually see any? Well that's what it's like for me, living in Essex. I have to accept that this permatanned pond-life walks amongst us - it must be there, because the media is always telling me so. I just don't actually know where it hides.