Almost famous (From Warrington Guardian)

Almost famous

3:11pm Monday 2nd March 2009

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SOMETIMES you have to do unpleasant things for the greater good, so I decided to check out the most pointless programme on the box.

Paris Hilton’s British Best Friend (ITV2) plumbs new depths in reality TV for so many reasons, the main one being that if you want to hang around with a pampered American socialite you really must be in need of counselling.

In this sad series a collection of fame junkies is vying to win the role of British best friend for the vacuous heiress. They have been billeted together in a house, so bitching and backbiting is much in evidence. You know what they say about empty vessels making most noise? Well, this lot are like a veritable fleet of unladen tankers.

There is Carrie, for example, who is far more scary than Stephen King’s character of the same name. She is as drippy as a row of leaking taps, but fearless in her mission to be her icon’s best friend. True stalker material, if ever I saw it.

The only male in the group is bleach blond gay Sam, who was voted the most ‘real’ contestant by the others, as opposed to the most ‘fake’, in last Thursday’s episode. To return to my initial comments, what ‘real’ person would even entertain competing for such a prize?

Apparently, each week one of these attention seekers is sent on their way, devastated at the loss of their five minutes of fame.

The last one standing will become Paris Hilton’s lapdog whenever she visits Britain. The others will have a lucky escape.

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