It’s time for The Great British Bake Off, which means that it’s time for an outbreak of snobbery. All those people who have had to go into therapy because they once saw half an episode or think that it should be replaced by gardening because gardening is so “improving”.
Stuff ’em (preferably with Genoese Fancies) – I like it – and so do millions of others.
It’s full of ordinary people with real skills who love what they’re doing and who are modest in victory and gracious in defeat.
In other words, it’s the complete antitheses of celebrity culture.
And you can try it at home.
And there’s cake.