Despite the fact that Buying London feels very familiar, the new personalities and the unique homes serve up everything we want in a show like this.

It is a copy of the wildly popular, LA-based Selling Sunset, but it owes as much to The Only Way is Essex – superficially fun, but ultimately soulless and artificial.

Prepare to be faintly appalled yet oddly transfixed. Buying London is the precocious, pouty love child of Selling Sunset and Buying Beverly Hills with DNA from The Apprentice and Made in Chelsea thrown into the mix and set to awful Love Island-style music.

It is boring and infuriating, and neither are the garnishes I like on my trash.