How could anyone have thought Phillip Schofield ’s ego trip to a desert island was a good idea? Apart from Channel 5 who are laughing all the way to the viewing figures bank of course. Schofield is probably too deluded to compute what a spectacular own goal it was – an accidental masterpiece study of pale, male, stale privilege. The poster man for entitlement, he acts as though being famous is his basic human right and it’s simply unacceptable he should be expected to exist without it.
Licking his wounds, his victimhood shone through every scene and it was clear the only person Phillip Schofield feels any remorse for is Phillip Schofield. Allowed one luxury item, he picked lip balm rather than self-awareness. He equated being cancelled with being dead – on primetime TV while war claims innocent lives in the Middle East, and beyond.
He came across as bitter and tone deaf, whining and score settling, fixated on getting his story out there as though it was of huge national importance, when back in the real world even the people who were interested in this at the time are over it, and have been for ages. The justification for the vanity project was laughable too, “I’ve spent so much time reflecting, but if you do it in four walls then nothing changes.” Sorry, what? You have to reflect outdoors for it to make a difference? Phillip’s fond of reminding us that what he did may have been “unwise” but wasn’t against the law, apparently believing the only two .