Another view of Nigella Lawson

I was flicking through Metro this morning. Yes, I was already looking at the tv listings for this evening. Who assaulted me with her simpering smile and carefully angled pose - yes, Nigella Lawson? Another kitchen workbench acts as her celebrity platform this evening. The comment piece sets her up as the Queen when all around her or, Heaven forbid next door, are just simpering maids. We know our place and she knows hers. With the trademark skimpy cardigan over tight jumper, her PR machine is presumably happy to continue the sex analogy with collanders. For me, the concept is full of holes. It's wearing off, love. Just like Charlie's water features. You may have had tragedy in your life but so have many others. You may have had a privileged upbringing but so have many others. I wish you no harm. I don't even mind if you cook. But please could you just do whatever you do behind closed doors?