Review: The Hairy Bikers, Bakeation

Nigella is corseted, plucked and preened to oblivion. Jamie is artfully ruffled. Heck, even Gordon’s had Botox. Most food television is completely reliant on aspiration and impossible perfection – a lifestyle wank, if you will. This is all well and good but with it comes the risk of self-loathing when the peak of your culinary week is scrambled eggs and toast in coffee-stained pyjamas. Thank goodness, then, for the Hairy Bikers and their willingness to strip down to their stripy pants.

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