by Mof Gimmers

Last night saw this writer watching Grand Designs (on Channel 4) for the first time in his life.

This writer still doesn’t know what to make of it all…

I’ll set the scene first. Grand Design posho Kevin McCloud goes to some people with more money than sense. They build a house. He pokes around it. Talks pretentious waffle. Everyone is happy.

Last night saw a funny pair called Denise and Bruno Del Tufo… both obscenely mild mannered and steenkin’ rich. They found a disgusting water tower and thought "A HOUSE!". However, it was on 20 ft stilts. Lovely.

So the resultant (post) modern shambles that was built around it resulted in a horrible old water tower surrounded by portakabins… made from zinc (cue a bad pun from the presenter "Zinc or swim you might say….").

Obviously, it looked ghastly.

I can’t decide what Grand Designs is supposed to be. It certainly isn’t a DIY show as you get no tips in that direction. How about reality TV? Well, I don’t know anyone wealthy enough… or stupid enough for that matter… who would build an enormous eyesore from scratch.

It’s a strange programme that made me feel angry. Why? I’ve no idea. Maybe I don’t like watching a bunch of clowns trying to convince theirselves that their house isn’t rubbish.