And FH just isn’t feeling those Grazia girls!
Being a fash mag slag type, there was no earthly way I was going to miss a moment of the BBC documentary on Grazia magazine the other night… but my darlings it was the biggest disappointment since that time I had to ask an ex-boyfriend, ‘Is it in yet?’
Where on earth were the dramas? Where were the tantrums and tiaras? Where were the Anna Wintour withering stares and fabulous put-downs? Where were the women making career-ending scenes and having deep emotional traumas over the wrong shade of neon nails?
Now I am personally acquainted with some of those Grazia girls and the problem is they’re all far too nice and stable to make good TV. If they’d wanted Devil Wears Prada antics they should have headed straight over to Vogue House where they’re all complete psychos. Or of course my apartment.