What’s in a name?

New York

I Married a Princess is among the most embarrassing reality shows to have appeared on American television, which makes it unique in view of the garbage which fill the airways 24 unrelenting hours per day. The format is a simple one: a man and his wife and their small children spend their days being filmed saying nice things to each other. Children’s nappies are changed, the husband goes shopping for food, the wife cooks and opens some mail — it was so boring I had to turn it off. The banal horror takes place in Hollywood and the star is ‘Princess’ Catherine Oxenberg, with her real-life actor hubby, whom I’ve never heard of, and their children. The whole thing was so hammy, so cretinous in its banality, so half-witted, I almost yearned to see Charles Kennedy with his little son in his arms calling unstoppably for more social justice for Britain’s yobs and minorities.