Next Season Of Made In Chelsea

Alright, grab your Pimm’s, dust off your most judgmental sunglasses, and get ready. The next season of Made in Chelsea is almost here. Honestly, my DVR has been feeling a bit unmoored without the sound of champagne glasses clinking in awkward silence. Let’s talk about what we can expect from Chelsea’s most chaotic, designer-clad residents.

The Old Faces (and the New Blood We’re Definitely Going to Side-Eye)

First up, the usual suspects are back. You can bet your life that Miles will be wearing a turtleneck that costs more than my rent, while simultaneously breaking someone’s heart. Ruby will be giving a masterclass in eyebrow-raises and backhanded compliments. I’m already preparing my bingo card for the phrase, “I’m not angry, I’m just… disappointed.”

But wait—there’s always a newbie who stirs the pot. Expect at least one new character who arrives with a “totally non-dramatic” backstory that immediately implodes by episode two. They’ll be introduced as “a friend of a friend from boarding school,” which is code for “professional chaos agent.” I’m rooting for someone who brings a pet emu or a feud over a croquet set. A boy can dream.

Love Triangles: The Sport of Kings (and Trust Fund Babies)

Let’s be real: Made in Chelsea isn’t a TV show; it’s an Olympic event for love triangles. This season, tension is high. Rumors are swirling that a beloved couple from last year might be on the rocks. And you know what that means: late-night texts, “spontaneous” lunch dates in Monaco, and conversations where everyone talks in circles for twenty minutes.

The producers are clearly in a “no leftovers” mood. If someone went on a date in season 24, they’re basically married by the show’s logic. I’m predicting at least one scene where two people argue about a “vibe” they felt at a party three months ago. It’s exhausting, it’s insane, and I cannot look away. We are all complicit in this beautiful mess.

The Fashion: A Love Letter to Extortionately Priced Wool

Can we talk about the costumes? The cast doesn’t dress; they curate their personalities via cashmere. This season, expect a lot of beige, some very aggressive blazers, and handbags that look like they could pay off a small mortgage. And I will be taking notes. Forget the drama—I’m here for the “I’m going to a casual brunch but look like a CEO” energy.

There will be a beach episode. Someone will wear a linen suit that gets wrinkled instantly. They will act like it’s a personal tragedy. Meanwhile, the villain of the season will probably rock a leather jacket that screams, “I’m complicated, but I also have a skincare routine.” Fashion-wise, we’re in for a treat. Or a trick. Either way, it’s expensive.

The Iconic Locations: Where the Tears Taste Like Rosé

We’re returning to all the classic spots. There’s The Drayton Court for the “we’re fine but actually furious” group brunches. There’s Bluebird for the “I just broke up with you but I’m wearing a new dress” confrontation. And of course, a random, absurdly beautiful villa somewhere in Europe for the final episode blowout.

I bet we get a scene in a recording studio. Someone will try to “express themselves through music.” It will be terrible. It will be called art. This is the same energy as that one guy who brought a guitar to a tense dinner party. We love him for it, even if we don’t respect it. The locations are basically characters at this point—they’re the silent accomplices to all the drama.

What We Really Want: The Juicy Bits

Deep down, we don’t care about the business deals or the charity galas. We want the text messages. We want the surveillance footage from a Mayfair club. We want someone to say, “I saw you with her at the chicken shop” in the most serious tone possible. That’s the content we crave.

There’s a rumor that a cast member will call a “family meeting” to discuss a rumor that turned out to be true. There’s also a reliable whisper about a betrayal so epic that it involves a rented yacht and a misplaced phone. Honestly, if nobody cries in a taxi at the end of an episode, did it even happen? The producers know the formula, and they’re sticking to it like glue—the good, expensive kind.

Your Viewing Game Plan

So, how do you prepare? First, clear your schedule. This is not background TV. You need your full attention to catch the micro-expressions when someone says, “I’m happy for you.” Second, stock your fridge with something cold and preferably bubbly. You’re going to need it for the stress. Third, pick your “team” now, but be ready to switch sides faster than a politician at a fundraising dinner.

Invite a friend over. Or watch alone and tweet furiously into the void. Either is acceptable. But remember: you are not a contestant. You are a highly sophisticated observer. You get to judge from the comfort of your sofa without the fear of a hair extension being ripped out. It’s the best seat in the house.

The Uplifting Conclusion (Let’s Be Honest)

Look, Made in Chelsea is ridiculous. It’s a microcosm of privilege, petty grievances, and questionable life choices. But it’s also gloriously fun. It reminds us that no matter how messy our own lives get, we will never be this messy. Or this well-dressed while being messy. There’s a strange comfort in that.

So as the new season kicks off, remember this: life is short, but drama is eternal. Laugh at the absurdity. Savor the passive-aggressive one-liners. And always, always watch the final two minutes of the episode—because that’s where they drop the cliffhanger that makes you scream. We’re all in this silly, glamorous foxhole together. Grab your popcorn, put on your imaginary cardigan, and let the chaos commence. You deserve this joy. Cheers, darling.