The Only Way Is Essex... I'm warning you. Don't start.

Okay ... busted.  Love reality tv and my newest obsession is the rather ridiculous show The Only Way Is Essex (TOWIE for those in the know).  I'm sure part of this particular obsession is my relationship to all things British (Monty Python, the Stones, the love of my life (Iain), lots of Virginia Woolf, sticky toffee pudding, Dickens, Dorothy Sayers and on and on).  But seriously, this show is one of those great train wreck half hours of guilty pleasure - a completely ridiculous reality show that you know isn't real.  And like sticky toffee pudding too much of it is probably not good for you - but it's hard to stop.  Oh... fake boobs, spray tans, glamping, vajazzling.  It's reem.  Sigh.  Don't start.  Trust me.