I haven't got a problem with the likes of KH. In fact, I rather like that style of verbose, opinionated commentry in a posh English accent, saying outré things unapologetically, a la the late Michael Winner and Ken Russell for example. Save for the fact that they were genuine bon viveurs and with that, versed and skilled raconteurs of course, whereas KH is just a wannabe
The only one time I felt she belied genuine nastiness, as opposed to playing up to a 'persona', was in The Apprentice boardroom where she really layed into the chappie, I think his name was Adam, from 'The North'. She totally lost self-control in that one, her face getting redder and redder and her neck and chin merging into a bloated, seething mass of totally irrational ire and hatred against him.