Our columnist Dawn Neesom has her say
Well, that went fast didn’t it? One minute you’re running around like a headless turkey the next it’s all over – bar the credit card bill. It’s that dodgy, podgy time of year when your liver is pleading for mercy and The Walking Dead’s zombies have more energy and actually look better than you.
So while your brain is saying new year, new rear, your body is picking on the last bit of Stilton and rummaging in the Quality Street tin for those hideous orange ones.
Not that anyone’s doing anything different. Well, unless they’re on the telly. Because the box is full of gorgeous, toned happy families frolicking on exotic beaches. Yep, it’s holiday advert time. Oh Lord, the only trip I’m on is a guilt one.
I know the thinking is to give us all something to look forward to in the long, hot summer to come, so why do I just want to crawl even further into my snuggly onesie and leave the white bikinis to Mylene Klass?
But while I do get the point of the TV adverts, the real killer is the online vacation vendetta. It’s wall to wall smug celebs posting carefully airbrushed selfies from their latest break. Amanda Holden has turned this into an art form. Even on her wedding anniversary trip she spent every waking hour cuddled up to a selfie stick rather than her husband. And while I still couldn’t name all the Little Mix girls, I can tell you every holiday they had last year. Though, how they manage to pout and breathe in so much at the same time is another matter.
We all want a nice holiday this year. We all deserve one. But my bank balance isn’t quite as bulging as the celebrity crowd. So, er, see you in Margate then?
‘It’s wall to wall smug celebs posting carefully airbrushed selfies from their latest break’