Tickets, Money, Passport?

So I was watching Location Location Location last night with the very lovely Kirstie Allsopp, who I think everyone knows I love. No really, I do love her. And the almost as lovely Phil when I realised, perhaps later than some, that the show, I'm loathe to say it, has run out of steam. Gone are the days when you actually cared about the buyers, gone are the days when you saw something new. It's all looking a little tired.

I watch because I could never miss it, god forbid, but I fear it's days are numbered. Though I see they are still calling for participants in the next series of Relocation Relocation. I wonder, could I be persuaded to sell my flat in town for a studio in the city and a caravan by the coast?

Anyway I digress, what is needed is some drastic overhaul action. Kirstie's foray into The Property Chain was pretty grim. Though I do blame the director. Oh yes.

So Kirstie if you're listening, email me. I'm sure we can come up with something even more fabulous for you to do.

*puts on killer heels and books table for lunch*