Have you ever come across something which you hope to zark is ironic but fear might not be? I just watched a program about Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen and I couldn’t work out whether it was a study of a deluded c-list celebrity who genuinely thought he had some kind of image and cache as a designer, or whether it was all a show and Llewelyn-Bowen was putting on an ironic act. I really hope it was the latter, as, if it as the former, Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen must be the most repugnant, arrogant, self-deluded prick ever who certainly did not deserve the airtime of a documentary about him. I cannot believe anyone could truly be as arrogant as he was in this bbc program; he had a phenomenally overinflated sense of his celebrity and significance, seeing himself as an important designer and doyenne and not just some flouncy bloke who was on a few crappy tv shows twenty years ago. Then again, the joke would be on him if that was the case, as that would make the point of the program be to laugh at him. Indeed, the cringeworthy self delusion was very reminiscent of Ricky Gervais’ David Brent. I thus find myself intrigued: was this a program about a man who deep down knows he’s a has-been, or a cruel mocking of a has-been who does not realise he is a nobody.