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Do you watch Twelly?

26 May

Yeah, so Twelly isn’t going to happen, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth talking about.

Sarah Smith and Disney Roller Girl have recently written about tweeting while watching telly, specifically the Royal Wedding. Although I was absent from my laptop on the 29th (too busy preparing Pimms and patriotic Red Velvet cupcakes for a party), I do tweet along for a number of shows.

The habit began in earnest last year with The X-Factor. Suddenly it was all my friends and I could talk about on and offline. We weren’t the only ones. Caitlin Moran, Grace Dent and many many more would tweet about every little detail, whether it be Katie Waissel’s crazy eyes, Rebecca Ferguson’s absence of a personality, Cher Lloyd’s street-cred or Wagner’s…well, anything to do with Wagner.

Since then, I’ve tweeted (twat?) along to a load of programmes. I ‘gleet’ along to Glee on a regular basis and the first episode of Made In Chelsea was only made bearable by joining the conversation online.

However, there has – so far – been one massive exception. I don’t tweet along to The Apprentice. Why? Because I can’t concentrate properly on either thing when I’m watching both. Afraid to miss any witty retorts, I stay glued to Tweetdeck. And then someone mentions something that happened on screen which I didn’t see because I was scrolling through the hashtags and it’s suddenly not worth it.

What about you? Is two-screening really the new thing?


I’m @HellyStuart on Twitter and you can find some of my fellow telly-tweeters here.


The Sloaney Way

11 May

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Come back The Only Way is Essex, all is forgiven. Yes, it’s an excuse for glorified snobbery and is  full of vapid carbon copies of real humans, but at least there’s some warmth and character to it. The villain, the princess and heck, even a real-life Buttons are all on show in this pantomime. But we love it for what it is.

Made In Chelsea  (or MiC as nobody is calling it) on the other hand is just dull. I got truly caught up in the royal wedding and have since harboured a secret crush on poshos and all things ‘Faaaaaahbulus’, but it turns out my fascination only extends as far as people actually involved in said nuptials.

There are no real storylines – save for the love triangle between oleaginous Spencer, Caggie and the marvellously-named Funda and the brewing storm between jewellery designer Amber and gossip girl Cheska – so it’s difficult to care about the characters….sorry, ‘real people’. This is surprising – the scripting and plot development that is clunkily obvious in every scene should provide for reasons to stay tuned.

Apart from Ollie – the one with “exceptional” hair – who shocks and delights in equal amounts with his loyalty to appearance-based onanism, I can see no reason to watch this group of over-moneyed teenagers stuck in arrested development – (unfortunately not the truly brilliant sitcom of the same name, although I could be tempted to watch an episode if it featured Liza with a Z).

All that being said, I will, of course, be suckered into it and soon start quoting from it on Facebook and having genuine conversations with friends about the faux-lationships on show. It’s the only way.