That's right, gluttons for punishment, The Apprentice is back and with an even more reprehensible bunch of social miscreants than before. Because the BBC hates us, they aired the first two episodes on consecutive nights hoping we'd be knocked out and brainwashed by all the BLADDY BIZNISS.
So what about the bizniss? Well because, like hip hop, it never stops, this year's candidates for an unfair dismissal tribunal are gathered at midnight to meet Lord Sugartits. He bounds in spouting how he bladdy hates clichés because "actions speak louder than words". Oh...
Anyway, we're off on a classic all day selling task. Dawn till bladdy dusk like proper traders. Lord Sugartits has laid on two containers that fell off the back off ...