Like a very
British Marie Kondo, Solomon encourages hoarding families to chuck out their rubbish. It shouldn’t be as good as it is – but she’s just so overwhelmingly likable
How did we get here with Stacey Solomon? When the ash finally settles, we might find that the true legacy of The X Factor is actually the TV presenters it generated along the way, not the “musicians”: Stacey Solomon, Olly Murs, the national treasure that is Rylan. I would argue that staring into a camera and quickly saying “coMING UP!” in a slick way is a rarer skill set than having a good singing voice and just enough charisma to get on stage. This is why we give Ant and Dec a TV award every single year, because they are two of about six people in the country capable of doing it. Any idiot can spend too long singing the opening line of Feeling Good. About 20 people on the planet can keep your attention long enough to get through the terms and conditions of a phone-in competition.
Anyway, here’s Sort Your Life Out With Stacey Solomon, which is – and I do not say this lightly – perfect television. Look at the title again: perfection. Look at the fact that it’s on
BBC One: perfection (on Channel 4, a show like Sort Your Life Out would be dogged with “recapification” due to the ad breaks, and would suffer directly. On the BBC it is one clean run through, 58 minutes of uninterrupted TV). Look at the host, and realise she was born for this role. Look at the concept. Perfect, perfect, perfect.