Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

I'm a Toff ( Get Me out of Here

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

I'm a Toff ( Get Me out of Here

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Byline: By Beth Neil

They don't even have brown sugar, which I think is a catastrophe."

Quote of the week, hands down. It came from rich kid layabout Tom Smith, an acne-ridden Limahl lookalike who took part in ITV1's seemingly point-free Young, Posh and Penniless.

Tom, the 17-year-old son of a loaded banker father (I think that's what they said), was one of three delightful characters who volunteered to leave their credit cards and mobile phones behind for two weeks of working in the real world.

He was packed off to Shropshire to put in some honest graft as a labourer with a family of farmers.

"It's boring," he moaned after all of about five minutes. "I'm sick of eating fried s*** in white bread. They don't even have croissants for breakfast. All countryside people are really simple. Very sheltered. They haven't really lived."

Oh really? This from a boy who spends an hour every morning on his hair, a fortune on stylists and has never worked a day in his life.

"Everyone probably thinks I'm a spoilt, lazy child from London who's had everything given to him on a plate," said the spoilt, lazy child from London who's had everything given to him on a plate.

Meanwhile Donatella (she seems to have dropped her surname as a gimmick in pursuit of a "media career") ended up serving breakfasts at a truckers' motel. It was a bit cruel though that no one told her she had a coco-pop stuck to her face for the duration of the show...

To give Donatella credit, she did try and stay positive, although the smiles were all so forced she looked constipated most of the time.

"They do this all day every day," she gushed with patronising admiration. "But they are all so happy.

"Like, some of the things they talk about I, like, don't understand."

What, like Darwin's theory of evolution? Pythagoras rule? The state of America's economic decline?

"Like gas bills and milk tokens," she moaned, summing up all you need to know about Donatella.

The third toff featured was 21-year-old Ollie Wilson who worked out his two weeks in a chippy, staying with a family of 12 in a cramped council house. His most cringe-inducing moment came when he took a trip with his hosts to the supermarket.

Mum Val uses a motorised wheelchair following a stroke. In an astonishing display of insensitivity only an arrogant, self-centred, silver-spooned buffoon like Ollie could be guilty of, he took it for a whiz round the carpark.

"This is so much fun," he roared. "Wow! You get to go round on this all day!"

Val was upset. "This is no joke," she said later. "It's no fun for me."

The only purpose the show served was to make me ever so slightly annoyed. Apart from that, what point was it really trying to make?

We already know vile, pampered, over-indulged brats exist. …

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