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Made in Chelsea – Ibiza: F**k your journey!

I adore Louise’s such obvious distaste for the Sam and Mimi situation. Hashtag big sister goals. As someone who has been there, done it and worn the t-shirt – she did date Spencer + Jamie – she can see the car crash coming a mile off.

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Made in Chelsea – Ibiza: Same crap, different country

I can’t be the only one wondering how our richest reality TV stars would fare in the party capital of Ibiza.

But I think we all agree they are visiting a different part of the country than we are used to seeing splashed all over the tabloids every summer.

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Made in Chelsea: Rosie explains it all

Those of you who know me well will know that I have never been Rosie’s biggest fan. It’s not that I don’t like her, I’ve just always found her a bit, well, blaeur. But one thing I’ve always respected is her honesty – except for the time she got with Hugo behind Millie’s back, but we won’t mention that.

And last night she was dropping truth bombs like Meek Mill calling out Drake. It may not have been nice to watch and it may have felt uncomfortable at times, but there’s a lot to be said for being upfront. And while I love Ollie, Rosie delivers it in her stoic and deadpan way, and it basically makes it all the more hard hitting.

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Made in Chelsea – South of France: Plowing, flirting and dropping bombs

For a girl whose family make exquisite cars, Liv Bentley sure has a trashy mouth. She was at it again this episode, as she described her dalliance with Alex in the same way I would expect Mummy Felstead to describe how she tends those countryside lawns! Although her partner in that night of crime wasn’t much better. I can’t decide if his dumping of long-term girlfriend Nicola by text was worse than the fact that he could barely remember ‘shagging’ Liv. 

Although he trumped himself wih the revelation that he’d been flirting wih Frankie behind best bud Jamie’s back. Although I have no idea why the blonde jester would be surprised, Mitten slept with his ex Tara within weeks of their break-up. His failure to keep his dick in his pants is well documented…

Meanwhile the returning Francis Boulle seems to be the most eligible bachelor in Cannes as he bedded Toff after arranging a date with Miss Bentley. Once again I suspect that our excitable blonde is going to get her heart broken again as we see her and Jess chastise Liv and Francis at the wine tasting. 

I don’t know what Boulle was digging for in Africa, but the boy certainly found some game. Two girls on the leash from a boy who struggled to get one back in the day. I’m surprised he hasn’t hit on Jess yet as they both do like a skateboard!

In better news The Blonde couple are not the ones having relationship problem -as yet. Sam and Tiff look suitably loved up and I have to say that the young Watson’s bikini game has been on point. If I could get her abs, I may give up carbs sometime this century.

It also looks like we’ve seen the end of Louise and Alik as she was flirting with a French graffiti artist before informing him that someone from London, who she was already dating, was coming to visit her. Do you remember the innocent, slightly topic Louise from the early series? Me too. I miss her…

Made in Chelsea: South of France returns to E4 on Monday at 10pm.

Made in Chelsea: What. What? What!

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Now I’ve never met Lucy Watson, but I know one thing for sure; she hates people talking about her relationship. So when Stephanie started spilling all the tea to Jamie, I knew exactly where this episode was going. And then when she continued it with Tiff, Hurricane Watson was never going to be far away.

In fact this episode was a major fail for Chelsea’s second favourite Yank – Alik is obviously first.

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