It’s time for season two of Ladies of London. I love this show but to be honest, I don’t remember much about season one other than Annabelle falling off the horse. So It will take me a minute to remember everyone’s names. Noelle is not back, for obvious reasons. Her boyfriend committed suicide in horrific fashion and she was on the phone right before it happened. Gruesome. Caprice is not back. I want to say I remember not liking her anyway, but I could be wrong. I love this show though, and going into it with a clean slate is kind of nice. Julie Montagu was upgraded to full time “Lady” and we have one new person, Sophie Stanbury Here’s her official bio “After finishing school at a traditional Convent in England, Sophie worked successfully at one of the world’s largest hedge funds before deciding to change direction to work at London’s forty plus year old exclusive members club, Annabel’s. It was during this time that she became firmly planted on the London social scene. Sophie has been long-time friends with Caroline Stanbury, who introduced her to her brother Alex, and the two are now married with beautiful boys, Harry and Finn. Today, she owns her own design company, whilst juggling motherhood and London’s limelight.”
Caroline S’s business is growing by leaps and bounds. I’m pretty sure she is annoying.
Julie and Annabelle are in a car flying toward someplace. It’s good to see Annabelle up and about but her back is still giving her a lot of pain since the horse incident. Annabelle says that her back is improving. The accident was so bad they didn’t even show it on TV. Julie was a great friend to Annabelle during her recovery. Julie is taking Annabelle to the Mapperton estate. It’s so incredibly beautiful. We got through the whole Earl of Sandwich story again. It’s worth hearing twice.
Juilet drops in on Caroline S. Was Juliet my favorite last year? I remember tweeting with my favorites. I just don’t remember who they are. Apparently Marrissa and Juliet have had a falling out. Those are the two Americans, right? I’m sorry. I should be telling you guys this. I was a bit caught off guard when the show started tonight. Marrisa has a new baby, Jake. Was Marissa always this…um… confident?
OMG, we did Thanksgiving LAST SEASON ladies. Why must Carole S, go through the whole “what is Thanksgiving?” crap again. Oh wait, it was Fourth of July last season. But whatever. Caroline. Caroline sent out a save the date for a cocktail party the day before Thanksgiving. Because everyone hosts a cocktail party on a random Wednesday in November. Oh wait, no they don’t. Only if they are filming a show and want to take the piss out of someone else’s Thanksgiving event the next day. I don’t care if you live in Libya or Guyana, if you are an American, you try your best to pull together a Thanksgiving dinner. I’m irritated with Caroline. I’m irritated with the WORLD at the moment so surely I am “over reacting.” I get told that a lot.
Partridges is apparently a civilized establishment in London where they sell ‘MERICAN food. Because otherwise you would be eating spotted dick for Thanksgiving. And no one should eat spotted dick. Like, ever. I don’t care how well traveled one might be. They sell Goldfish, the crackers, which pleases one of the ugly American transplants. As it should.
Juilet doesn’t want to eat Thanksgiving dinner at Bumpkin, because it is a restaurant. Um, yeah, it’s a restaurant that Marissa OWNS. It’s not like you are going to miss the football games by going out. It’s not anyone else’s fault you eat out every day. Learn to cook! Hell, you’re rich, hire a personal chef! Stop being such a wet blanket. Caroline thinks Marissa is trying to be a social climber by having the inner at Bumpkin instead of her house? Oh hell. I am already picking teams and Caroline and Juliet are NOT on my team. Shut up, Juliet. Cleanup on the Goldfish aisle!
OMG. Julie’s boys are adorable. Her life is straight out of Harry Potter. There was a near hot chocolate crisis! She lives in the smallest house and she has no help! Actually, the hot chocolate crisis was not averted. Tragic.
Caroline is stunningly beautiful on the outside in the morning in her “I am not wearing makeup” makeup. Juliet arrives and says she looks like crap. Other than the harsh lip liner, Caroline looks perfect. Her teacups are gorgeous. I’ve never seen real tea cups in England that large though. I thought that was an American version of tea cups. Anyway, Juliet convinces Caroline to do Thanksgiving at her house. WTF? NOE. WTF does Caroline know about Thanksgiving? I hope Marissa holds her ground and they have two versions. Stupid Juliet is such a ruiner.
Juilet goes to talk to Marissa about Thanksgiving at Caroline’s. Juliet is all…”why do we have to do what you want to do?” And I’m thinking, “Bitch, you were invited to a Thanksgiving dinner. If you don’t want to go, then don’t go, but don’t tell the hostess you don’t like her plan so she should cancel and go to whatever dumbass thing you want to do!” And YAY! Marissa says exactly that. But you know, nicer.
Caroline is having a cocktail party for 18 of London’s “best women.” One of the top 18 is apparently Caroline Fleming. Caroline S tells all of her guests the square footage of her new house. Sophie Stanbury is also there. Oh and Marissa is there! Marissa brings Thanksgiving hats for Caroline and her kids since they are not coming to dinner. Caroline tells Marissa that everything is Juliet’s fault. They are okay but Marissa and Juliet are not. Caroline’s kids are so delighted to be in her presence. One might think they only got to see their mum because television cameras are there.
Juliet arrives during a rainstorm. A perfect metaphor for the dark cloud that follows her everywhere. I hate Juliet. She’s such an ungrateful toad. Marissa has been doing Thanksgiving for many, many years in London. And she incorporated Juliet’s birthday into the party. Caroline loves that they are “fighting over her.”
I love Marissa, but why is her hair SO BAD in her talking heads?
Next week: New country, same bitchy drama.