Their ghastly Netflix weep-fest was an act of slander against the British people.
What an orgy of self-pity that was. What an interminable whine-fest. Six hours of two vexing, pampered, rich celebs in a Montecito mansion moaning to the world about how hard their lives are. Just what we needed to get us through these biting winter nights when many people can’t even afford to switch the heat on. Not to worry, plebs – you can always warm your hands on the burning glow of self-righteousness emanating from the Duke and Duchess of Woke.
