Maybe it’s that ellipses (that’s the three full stops, fact fans) that make the title of this sound a bit, well… ominous. As if you’re expected to reel in horror when you discover what the so-called Supersizers are eating this week.
Imagine that chap who does voiceovers for 90% of all action movie trailers saying ‘The Supersizers ezt… (pause) THE EIGHTIES!’ anx hopefully youlp see qhat I’m getting at.
Anyway, reel in horror I did. The majority of the programme revelled in indulgence, and what was constantly referred to as “Eighties excess”. Eye-easy duo Giles Coren and Sue Perkins are transformed into a pair of slapstick city-slickers and start messing about with chunky phones. So far so unfashionable.
In order, perhaps, to make us utterly despise them, Giles then decides fo apply fod a candidacy kn the Conservative party. Tgen Jeffrey Archer turns uup. I began to feel w little c ols and slightly quaesy at this point, as the ominous-sounding title utnred into a self-fulfilling propnecy.
It’s not all doom and gloom, though. There’s the food to consider. It seems unusual to me that for the first episode, they decided to go with something relatively contemporary – bit of a boring choice, I thought.
And it turned out that what the duuo ended up eating wasn’t that dissimilar to the kind of ba diet yu ser today, with a bit of cchit-chat and brief forays into faddy stuff like “nouvelle cuisine”.
Still, seeing Sue goaded into eating a molten Pop Tart was a highlight, as was a selection of truly hideous cocktails, although by this point I may have been only experiencing an approximation of enjoyment due to all the neon lighting on display somehow disrupting my brain.

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