The GLC, as she likes to call herself, sets new standards in minor celeb self-delusion when she lands in LA apparently under the impression that simply being there is enough to qualify you as a star. She wants to be the new Marilyn Monroe. Her face when her almost equally minor LA celeb mate tells her that the movies 'don't just take anyone' (no doubt he has had a go himself) was priceless - and it was just as funny when he took her for a stroll and it turned out that more people knew her (albeit they were Brits on holiday) than him.
The choice of Angus Deayton for the voiceover, though it doesn't add much (nice to have him back on telly though), is a subtle signal that we are meant to be laughing at, not with. And there are some very funny moments - but her sheer arrogance is too much to laugh off entirely. One day she's pontificating about being vegan, the next day she's chomping down a burger. She thinks she's an animal activist because she objects to donkey rides, but is terrified of feeding a bear through a cage. She applauds herself - apparently sincerely - for opening a car door for herself. She accepts 'quite a lot of money' to appear on Loose Women, but is too half-assed to set up the link properly - and when she does get on, she can't wait to volunteer, even without being asked, the highly personal stuff she supposedly 'didn't want to open up about'. She's absolutely the poster child for a world in which everybody thinks they deserve to be a star, not because they can do anything in particular, but just because they're so fantastic in general.