If the national id is no longer captured by Cowell’s trademark snarl, or Anton Du Bec’s veneers – if Britain is no longer a nation of wannabe pop stars (individualistic ambition) or amateur celeb tap dancers (midwit escapism) – then what is it?
@finn_mcredmond: Celebrity Traitors has tamed us all
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Celebrity Traitors has tamed our national id
The show's cultural dominance proves that we are all deferential homebodies