Long-time fans of this column (Anyone? Come on there must be one of you) will know that I have a peculiar aversion to wholesome TV. This is, simply, because I am quite a nasty person. You can’t say that these days, can you? We all have to try to maintain the artifice that we’re all good and moral and true. Well, I’m not. I’m horrible. So fuzzy-sided, warm-hearted television that has absolutely no scenes where someone’s head explodes very rarely does it for me.
It’s with trepidation, then, that we head to Tobermory on the Isle of Mull (a simple tube, megabus, bus, bus, ferry journey that takes 18 hours door-to-door) for Designing the Hebrides, a new fuzzy-sided, warm-hearted interior design TV show where absolutely nobody’s head ever explodes. The rough sketch is this: Banjo Beale, who won series three of the cosily enjoyable Interior Design Masters, lives on the Isle of Mull. A lot of places on the Isle of Mull are not what you’d call interior design. So he’s going to make them interior design, with a ragtag team of very Scottish joiners and a lot of enthusiasm. That’s about it. That’s the whole show.
