Non-Crappy UK TV: The Apprentice. Buh-Bye Ian

We’re now onto the 3rd show in the latest season of The Apprentice here in the UK. If you’re not familiar with Sir Alan Sugar:

He’s the UK’s equivalent to Donald Trump, although with loads more style and a helluva lot more interesting to watch.

If this latest batch of candidates to become Sugar’s apprentice are representative of the UK’s future business leaders, what a sad state of affairs this country is in.

A quick recap of the previous shows:

Week One had a poshly named barrister - Nicholas de Lacy-Brown - that couldn’t defend himself in the boardroom. Instead of using a suitable defence - oh say, like explaining that he actually didn’t do anything seriously detrimental to the task and tried to rectify his one mistake - he used the argument that he was somehow more refined and educated than the rest of the men vying for the apprentice position therefore they didn’t really communicate well. Big problem here was he used this argument of better upbringing to a man well known as being self-made. How very … stupid. Buy-bye Duke of Faux Pas.

Week One 2 Cents: Alex, the rats’ nest coiffed project manager, who didn’t seem to know what was going on was clearly the one deserving the Fire Finger Point. That said, a barrister unable to defend himself? Good luck to any poor fool he should represent in the future.

Alex the Mophead

Week Two had a similar state of affairs with two of the boardroom defendants unable to defend their actions. Yet again, the one deserving the Point slid through to safety and Shazia the Artiste went home. The men had themselves an excellent leader in the slightly odd, Raef Bjayou.

Week Two 2 Cents: Lots of talk and yelling but not a whole lot of substance: Meet the argumentative Amazon project manager, Jenny.

Hopefully we’ll see her make the walk to the taxi soon.

Week Three finds us with the women doing well with their task of running a theme night at a pub. The cat fights continue, as to be expected. And the men? They had Ian chosen for them as project leader by Sir Alan. Ian managed only slightly better than a cardboard box could’ve done. It seems Ian was more interested in his emo-boyband looks than figuring out how manage his men through a shit-simple business task. Ian spends more time on his hair than I do; Ian uses a hair straightener … he’s a GUY. Why Ian, why ? Well, now Ian can spend all the time he wants perfecting his ‘do and finally the right choice from Sir Alan.

Buh-bye Emo Hair Boy and as Robert Smith says, ” … Don’t Cry.”