Letter Competition
From: Delroy Oberg, Sent: Wednesday, 29 June 2005 11:05 PM

Dear Supernanny,

I hate you! I superhate you! And I hate your TV programme - though I'd love that posh car you drive around in.

You're like the Tooth Fairy - nice to believe in, but you don't really exist. If I were an atheist, I'd put you on a par with God. Actually, you've got a few delusions that way yourself. You're always right; you make people cringe when you deliver your judgments, and you perv on them when they think no-one is watching. (I'm surprised someone hasn't taken you to court for that one!)

Honestly, your show is unbelievable. As if you could really work such wonders with those hopeless parents and their horrible offspring in just one month! And have them stay that way, perfect models, until such time as the parents graduate to Darby and Joan, and their offspring produce offspring of their own - presumably to be raised according to your narrow precepts, within the narrower precincts of the Naughty Room!

Incidentally, nobody nowadays is called "Jo-Jo" - unless they hail from a circus. But you are a performer, aren't you? No wonder people speculate as to whether or not the families we see are really paid professional actors! I'll bet all the other channels are madly digging for dirt - and I don't mean in a sand-pit at a children's playground having quality time with their own kids!

But if you are for real, Supernanny, I STILL hate you. Where were you when I needed you?
Love, DELROY