I've had a few once-over-lightly watches of Bravo TV's Real Housewives series, which have always left me heaving and wretched.
But this week the latest series on Tuesday of The Real Housewives of Melbourne had me cheering heartily.
You see I have often felt like either choking one or two of those socialite women, or to be perfectly ill tempered about it, I have wanted to smash them in the teeth.
I was rewarded this week when flitty, glitzy, skin and bone Gamble Breaux labelled a media whore was wearing a frock that looked liked one of my grandmother's old doilies with bits cut out, to the red carpet event of the Aussi Logie Awards.
As luck would have it (I am still sniggering) a reporter pushed through to Gamble with microphone thrust out and Gamble in her spindle-shanked haste rushed forward hitting the mike and smashing her front teeth.