Of course I’m not averse to the Paul Hollywood charms. Those dulcet tones, those beautiful baby blues, that whole silver fox thing. And yes, sometimes I find it a *little* hard to concentrate when he’s sticking his fork into a slice of cake or biting into something crumbly on The Great British Bake Off.
But here’s the thing. I do not care what Paul, as I’d like to call him, gets up to in his private life, and it’s beyond me why it’s anyone else’s business, either. He is an ordinary man who happens to be a great British baker, and that’s really all any of us have a right to expect him to be.
Relationships break down for all sorts of reasons, that’s life, it’s sad, but unless we are directly involved, it has Nothing. To. Do. With. Us.
So to those sad people who feel compelled to complain to the BBC (!) or on forums – for goodness’ sake, put those wooden spoons down, stop stirring and get over it.