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By the summer of 2007, Kirstie Allsopp's future seemed pre-ordained. She would be loathed, then ridiculed, then forgotten. Years afterwards, people would shake themselves when they discovered in a newspaper a "where are they now" feature that she was still alive, much as we shake ourselves when we discover that the Turner Prize or Jeffrey Archer did not disappear in the Nineties but continue to this day.

The business cycle demanded the destruction of her reputation. The equally capricious wheel of fortune, which raises then dashes the careers of celebrities, was turning against her. Allsopp presented Location, Location, Location, Channel 4's contribution to the property bubble. Technically, she co-presented the programme with Phil Spencer. Alas, although he knew the estate agency business and was a more than competent broadcaster, he was, like Denis Thatcher with Margaret or Charles with Diana, a second-string player always in the shade of the star. Viewers could not take their eyes off Allsopp, or to be correct, the Honourable Kirstie Allsopp, daughter of Charles Henry Allsopp, 6th Baron Hindlip. She demanded attention. Bertie Wooster might have been speaking of her when he described "one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welterweight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge".

Allsopp swept through the unspoilt villages of the shires and the suburbs of the great cities like a modern compiler of the Doomsday Book, finding value in properties no TV presenter had inspected before. As the bubble reached dizzying heights, she did not see the danger and continued to warn house hunters that if they did not buy now they would pay more later. 

When the market crashed, her enemies came for her. Iain McWhirter of the New Statesman appeared to be in a competition to find out who could fit the most clichés into a paragraph, when he wrote, "The government still believes that, as the property porn queen Kirstie Allsopp puts it, ‘house prices always go up'. In other words, it believes in fairies, and that money grows on trees. Now comes the big bad wolf to the door, and the last thing anyone should think of doing right now is buying a house." The BBC's Panorama took a shot at a Channel 4 star, while Jan Moir of the Daily Telegraph asked, "Can we blame it all on Kirstie Allsopp?" 

Yes, apparently, we could. With the value of buy-to-let properties falling and tenants refusing to pay their rent, "it would not be entirely fatuous to suggest that she, and others like her, have a case to answer", Moir sniffed.

Britain's failure to build new homes was not responsible for the boom and bust. Nor should we blame a credit system awash with cheap money from Asia and pampered by insouciant central bankers. The worst recession of our lifetimes was at the very least aided and abetted by a high-spirited Englishwoman of the upper class. 

Allsopp did herself no good when she, too, ignored the money and housing supplies and hit back at her critics by attributing the crash to a vast journalistic conspiracy. "Some of the recent gloomy headlines make me suspect that all the journalists in the country have sold up and are doing everything in their power to cause a house price crash so that they can buy at rock bottom," she declared, as the market began to fall.

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mister christian
August 9th, 2009
7:08 AM
There are plenty of people already 'doing' Mugabe and my good friend kim. No one else, as far as I know is attacking the ghastly kirstie, so it is therefore left to me to do it.

July 20th, 2009
7:07 PM
Hmmmm Mister Christian. 'Missionary zeal on the high street to encourage consistent hatred of this ghastly woman'. Maybe she is irritating but do you take to the streets with similar zeal to warn people against, say, Robert Mugabe or Kim Jong Il?

Mister Christian
June 29th, 2009
2:06 PM
There is a modicum of truth in this odious little article, one must wager. The author is right about one thing: Kermit Allsopp will not be forgotten. However the other two elements of the scenario mentioned at the beginning of the article - that she will be loathed and ridiculed - are seemingly guaranteed. Indeed I loathe and ridicule her whenever I get the chance. So do all of my friends and associates and members of my family. Furthermore with missionary zeal I go onto my local high street regularly to bang the drum in order to encourage the consistent hatred of this ghastly woman. Is she really a Baroness? Surely not. She is so vulgar. Since when did these toffs get into DIY??? Also would anyone agree with me that the author of this article is quite possibly secretly in love with Ms Allstop? There is more on this ghastly subject on:

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