Love Island CLONES are a curse on our daughters.

LAST night was, need I say it, the final of this year's instalment of Love Island. I can't say I cared who the eventual winner was, but I've known for weeks who would be most likely to make it to the final: women with improbable breasts, weirdly pronounced eyebrows, plumped-up lips, blonde hair extensions. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]