The programme I’m enjoying most at the moment is The Apprentice (BBC2, Wednesday), in which teams of men and women, all of whom have supposedly resigned from their high-powered jobs for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, take part in various business-related competitions and are whittled down week by week until there is only one survivor. His prize is a highly paid job with Sir Alan Sugar. (In the American version it was Donald Trump.)
I say ‘His’ because on current evidence it’s almost certainly going to be a bloke who wins. If you’d seen the boys and girls in action during the flower-selling episode, you’d know exactly what I mean. Even my wife, who thinks of herself as a bit of a feminist, was taken aback by the girl team’s astounding crapness.
Their task was to buy 500 quid’s worth of flowers from New Covent Garden market and sell them for the maximum profit by that evening.
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