Found you. Binge watched from start to up to date this morning.
Mags acts like a smiling assassin arsehole. You are my acquaintance not my friend. Not so much honest as brutal. And cutting. Man that tongue is sharp. And bloody hypocritical making Tessa be pals with Kate when Tessa found her too weird. She did shut her up. Just because you’ve been in Jersey for the same length of time as the Lido doesn’t make you boss. She’s feckin nippier than Wee Nippy.
It’s a shame her feckin tongue isn’t as smooth as her face. Ahem.
Hedi. Not Lamarr if that is what she is going for. Sofarr away from that. Aw fur coat, nae draaaars as we say up here. Getting all sniffy about Jane when she is the same but with elocution lessons and more creative words. I feel that she has inserted one too many crystals. She needs to hoik one out to shit stir with instead of a spoon.
Kate. Bless her. She’d do my nut in. But I think there is a lovely heart in there. I would be fine in her company. I’m one for living in the shadows. Plenty of them with her wallopers.
Jane. I don’t think she’s a bad egg. It would be nice if she kept her chebs in her frock. It is a bit unseemly. As is some of the conversation. But they all speak in innuendos and filth - however you want to dress it up. It isn’t just Jane. I’d make up with mags but on a superficial level. She’d get the side eye from me for ever more.
Ashley. I suspect not the ingenue she’s making on.
Mia. I’m not fashionable. Far from it. But what a sotter she looked in that editorial. She looked like Bojo’s sister - the one who spends more time in the drinks cabinet than the actual one. She also plays the ingenue but she isn’t that feckin innocent. She shit stirs quite beautifully. And she looked like Carol Smillie’s bitter older sister (who s auditioned first for wheel of fortune and didn’t get it) in that wig.
And she digs bigger holes for herself than my old dog did.
I’m not counting families. Or their fame quest. On the strength of this programme, I think tessa is ok. She hasn’t been as questionable as the rest of them. yet
I think she is the only one I could sit down for a quiet brew with to chew the fat.
The art isn’t my bag. I’m more of an impressionists kind of gal. I didn’t dig the gallery art either. But if we were all the same it would be rubbish.
Hello maireas - not stalking you. Honest. 
Jersey is the star here. My auld granda used to go for his holidays. I want to go to walk in his footsteps and hopefully feel him walk alongside me so that I can see through his eyes. He used to speak of it with such fondness.