First of all, let me make it clear that Sophie really does appear to be everything that people say she is - self-centred recovering addict with massive self-affirmation issues, just to start with. Since cocaine apparenly tickles the "reward centres" of the brain that tells you "You're ace! You're so funny! You're brilliant! You can do anything!", it seems scarcely surprising that someone only 2 months out of rehab needs to seek approval from people a lot.
And Nat too, surely cannot be as timid as she tries to appear, given that the average night out with hubby Liam and The Prodigy must surely be rather more extreme than a kiddies card game and a bowl of ants (Keith Flint probably eats wichity grubs instead of popcorn as a matter of course, and Liam Howlett once described his biggest turn-on as "cocaine sex").
And I'm sure there are conflicts within the camp, and that the paranoia of isolation has generated some temporary but tangible issue between Sophie and Natalie.
But aren't the editors overplaying it just a wee smidgeon too much? It's as if they've decided that the GBP are only tuning in for the chance to see Nat and Soph in a full-on nail-scratching bikini-shedding catfight, and are adjusting shown footage in the hope of provoking just that. Surely there must be other stories going on? I won't deny that Sophie's pretty but in the words of celebrity LA property developer J.Lydon, she's "pretty vacant", and Canadian Gollum impersonator Natalie Simpleton is doing her ex-career no favours here proving that she even has trouble crossing bridges or walking too close to trees, water or air. Is she aiming for a sideline in selling Appleton-branded oxygen bottles?
I'd rather see more JSP (can we fly in Sigue Sigue Sputnik to "surprise" her?), see someone shut Sheila up, find someone to interact with Antonio in any way at all (it *kills* me that he's forced to use his character name from Starsky and Hutch instead of his actual name) - he keeps up with these little conversation-killer philosophical-sounding sayings, but nobody ever asks him "what does that actually mean? Does that make any real sense? How do you expect me to make use of that observation in real life?"
Even background wallflowers like Joe Pasquale (inexplicably frequently referred to as a favourite - how come?) or the surprisingly endearing Jim Moir whose frequent snatched playground kisses with Nancy show a vulnerable personal side not seen in fifteen years of TV fame.
There must be some story worth following instead of Natalie vs Sophie?
Bob
And Nat too, surely cannot be as timid as she tries to appear, given that the average night out with hubby Liam and The Prodigy must surely be rather more extreme than a kiddies card game and a bowl of ants (Keith Flint probably eats wichity grubs instead of popcorn as a matter of course, and Liam Howlett once described his biggest turn-on as "cocaine sex").
And I'm sure there are conflicts within the camp, and that the paranoia of isolation has generated some temporary but tangible issue between Sophie and Natalie.
But aren't the editors overplaying it just a wee smidgeon too much? It's as if they've decided that the GBP are only tuning in for the chance to see Nat and Soph in a full-on nail-scratching bikini-shedding catfight, and are adjusting shown footage in the hope of provoking just that. Surely there must be other stories going on? I won't deny that Sophie's pretty but in the words of celebrity LA property developer J.Lydon, she's "pretty vacant", and Canadian Gollum impersonator Natalie Simpleton is doing her ex-career no favours here proving that she even has trouble crossing bridges or walking too close to trees, water or air. Is she aiming for a sideline in selling Appleton-branded oxygen bottles?
I'd rather see more JSP (can we fly in Sigue Sigue Sputnik to "surprise" her?), see someone shut Sheila up, find someone to interact with Antonio in any way at all (it *kills* me that he's forced to use his character name from Starsky and Hutch instead of his actual name) - he keeps up with these little conversation-killer philosophical-sounding sayings, but nobody ever asks him "what does that actually mean? Does that make any real sense? How do you expect me to make use of that observation in real life?"
Even background wallflowers like Joe Pasquale (inexplicably frequently referred to as a favourite - how come?) or the surprisingly endearing Jim Moir whose frequent snatched playground kisses with Nancy show a vulnerable personal side not seen in fifteen years of TV fame.
There must be some story worth following instead of Natalie vs Sophie?
Bob