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JunkTV

I don't know why I act so defensive about shamelessly enjoying daytime TV: it's not as if I'm anchored to the divan, gazing in captive indiscrimination at everything from those impenetrable soaps to repetitive news bulletins.

• DrPhil. Nothing to add about this inspirational show: Homily-packed; real-life twits to hiss n boo at as they're put through the ringer. And, of course, that end-of-show glimpse of the pertly sexy Robin (Mrs) McGraw.


• The ever-thrilling Apprentice with The Donald going from strength to strength. Even when the show drags, there's always the arctic Carolyn Kepcher to enjoy, just for sitting there with that piercing gaze and chiseled profile.
  Last night's episode no disappointment, with Trump on top decisive form, firing both that insufferably pushy Maria *and* weakling manager Wes. All that remains is for the ghastly flat-featured Ivana person to be sent packing.


• The Ellen Degeneres Show: first off, that gal is funny. Next, she can really dance - nothing balletic or fancy, but it doesn't get weird or embarrassing, she just bops and shimmies away and we all relaxe and have fun.
  
  Synergistically, having enjoyed the real Trumperoo last night, I get a double dose today when Ellen and a rather Paul-like dude turn up as "The Apprenticises" and face DT playing himself (that man does a flawless, straightfaced imitation of himself down to a T) who gives them the job of hitting the NYC mean streets to run a hot dog stand.
  
  Natch, clever Ellen calls them "TrumpDogs" but forgets to actually take any money, as a result of which they're both f***d in the D's usual TR-i-UMP-hant way.
  
  What impresses me is how ready The Donald is to find time and humor to play along with these sketches. Yes, I know it's good PR but he's already riding high on the real show, so he doesn't need sketches like Ellen's. Good for him.