Don’t get me wrong, I live in Kensington myself and like the good life, though I seem to be able to have proper conversations with my "friends".
I really don’t understand ‘Made in Chelsea’. All they do is hang around in half empty bars, awkwardly fiddling with the straws of their drinks, pause dramatically, shoot looks and pretend to be very indifferent to who slept with who, although they seem really upset about it. : britishproblems
