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The gloriously plummy presenter of Location, Location, Location is a die-hard fan of the cult 1960s show, and a doughty champion of traditional values. I was watching Betty Draper the other day and she was wearing a housecoat,’ reflects Kirstie, 39, dreamily. It occurred to me that we don’t have those any more and I think they’re overdue a comeback. To demonstrate, she throws open her wardrobe door to reveal a rail of Stepford Wives dresses in one closet and a spookily regimented row of jackets and cardies in the other. There is nothing in-between: no skirts, no trousers, no jeans, and most definitely nothing that could be mistaken for loungewear, unless it’s the sort of lounge that serves whisky sours until 2am.
I had a clear-out and ruthlessly culled everything else. There are ten rails of clothes bagged and ready for the charity shop. Of course, I immediately demand to know which charity shop. But, Kirstie being Kirstie, such things require extensive research. Phil Spencer, in his posh-boy Crombie coat, didn’t reach the status of the UK’s property pornographers-in-chief without showing some attention to detail.
I need to check how much each charity spends on admin costs before I hand anything over. She says this with her trademark mix of bossy prefect primness and level-headed practicality, and I make a mental note to copy her slavishly. Kirstie is the epitome of fiercely intelligent femininity. Question Time and is advising the government on housing strategy. Without wishing to sound smug, I have the most lovely life,’ she says, back in soft-focus mode. In this terminally discontented day and age that’s a brave admission, but then her appeal lies in her refreshing, discomfiting forthrightness. Um, isn’t that a bit, you know, un-PC?