We would be lying if we said we weren't a bit relieved that this is the last week of the show. Every day up until now has been filled with trepidation knowing we are relentlessly digging a deeper and deeper grave for ourselves.
That day was a disaster. Poor Andy. Trinny in her eternal wisdom and
pursuit of eternal youth turned him from a young guy with a black eye
into the Towering Inferno.
I swear I have never felt so utterly horrible as I did that morning. I'm 48 (just) years old and it's the first time I have EVER passed out anywhere other than in my or some gay friend's bed.