Actually, that title is just too graphic. I've got the most disturbing images coming to mind.
Anyway, I was forced to watch The Apprentice again and I admit it was better than last weeks, although for the first ten minutes I was just thinking 'CUNTS!'
They had to invent a doggy accessory- none of which were as good as my boyfriend's snap suggestion of something flashing you put on the end of their tail to make them chase it for your amusement.
The Rory guy was hilarious; making everyone take off their jackets and saying don't speak over each other. What a nonce. And that was before we got to the Moet cufflinks, bhahahaha! I was glad Tre was bugging him. 'You're nuffink to me!' Too right.
The ugly upper-class Jamie-from-Eastenders lookalike was amazing when he finally spoke, every bad American's idea of an English person personified. Keep him in!
The girls seem to be making little impression except the mouthy one on the boys team (should go far). Alan's henchmen scare the shit out of me too- that ghost-faced woman with a red slit of a mouth in particular.
Finally Rory and Ifty were fired (yes, Ifty). Ifty couldn't stand to be away from his son, but would be away from him long enough in the future to become a billionaire. A likely story.
In conclusion, The Apprentice is still shit but it's mindless watchable shit like 'Fuck Off, I'm a Hairy Woman' which I watched on BBC3 recently. Or like 'Britains Worst Teeth' which I sky plussed at the time as The Apprentice. God bless dumbed down digital channels.
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Haha! I would have sacked that dude for those Moet cufflinks alone! And that girl in the boys' team is a right cock. She is obsessed with branding everything they make with the little Eclipse logo. Fine if you're a real company, but a waste of bloody time when you're selling cappuccinos in Chapel Market. And when she told that woman from Pets & the City that the strap looked stylish I could have disappeared inside my sofa. It made anybody who wore it look like a suicide bomber.
And Rory is apparently Princess Di's cousin. What a wanker. Told you you'd come to love it!
I'm not loving it yet!
Suicide bomber chic... it could work!
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