As we enter the general election Trump will increasingly resemble Reagan in any case, for the same negative claims made against him: that he is an extremist, that the White House is no place for a low-brow entertainer, that he is too unpopular with too many. The revival of the US probably rests on how the people react to that view, just as they did some thirty-five years ago.
All of the participants were constantly on edge. Overtired. Stressed. And often kept in isolation from the outside world with no access to books or newspapers in order to exacerbate our feelings of anxiety...
Last Sunday it came down to two candidates, Joseph Valente and Vana Koutsomitis who both became favourites halfway through the season as they showed great leadership, business prowess and teamwork. Yet despite their qualities, Alan Sugar was only interested in one thing and that's their business plan.
Joseph is going to be successful, I don't think anyone watching the show would question this, he would charm his way into the best of any situation. He is very likeable too and I wish him all the best.
As we now know, the lucky candidate was Vana Koutsomitis. Yes, I am aware that she was the runner up and as a consequence won't have to answer to Lord Sugar ever again, hence the use of the word 'lucky' as opposed to 'cursed'. You have to sympathise with the winner. Poor Joseph Valente, plumbing new depths of awfulness with that company name and logo.
The interviews episode is always the best. Bear traps are laid, and the unwitting candidates fall into them. Every year without fail there's a numpty who believes the little lie about graduating from Cambridge/getting Highly Commended in Grade 4 Ballet/discovering the Higgs Boson won't be found out.
I do feel Gary's team was somehow on a road to failure as soon as the nut allergy was mentioned, that no matter what happened from that point they were lining up Lord Sugars puns about the mother going out on a stretcher etc. Allergies are a serious issue of course but no doubt the options were limited and drama expected.
"Odd jobs have become BIG BUSINESS," informed the doomy voiceover. They have? I spend every frickin' weekend doing odd jobs yet have somehow failed to become a billionaire, but I'll take the Beeb's word for it.
The ominous phone call comes, candidates to be at St James Square with 30 mins to get ready. That annoyed me as when I was on it, we only got 20 mins, one likes to looks ones best when there are up to 10million people watching you.
Back in the house, there was an entirely different atmosphere. None of that politeness and decency HERE, thank you very much. "I'd like to raise a toast to myself!" shrieked Charleine, as the others glumly knocked back the booze, hating her.
Every autumn, this mysterious woman appears, directs people to a boardroom and looks intently at a blurred out Excel spreadsheet. There are so many questions surrounding this enigma.
Ok so this episode was a combination of two of my favourite parts of The Apprentice. The abroad part and the scavenger hunt. Essentially the task is the most simple. Find everything on the list for the cheapest price. The team that doesn't gets penalised.
Tasked with buying champagne flutes, lace, a mirror, cheese, a galvinized anchor, (yes, really), an inflatable boat - or goat, I didn't quite catch - and, if I heard correctly, animal poo, half the team headed to Calais (not Dublin) and half glumly stayed put in Kent.
So I expected the evening to be slightly emotionally charged, to watch a new set of candidate battle it out, where you had been twelve months ago. On the contrary I think it taught me how much had happened in my life and business since to make one year seem like a lifetime.
Long live the BBC. Not merely a producer of sexily shot documentaries and gripping dramas, it also serves as a handy national barometer for public emo...
Tonight Siralanlordsugar challenged both teams - back to boys versus girls, yawn - to create and market a brand new shampoo. And not just any old shampoo. One with a unique ingredient - cactus seed oil. I shall refrain from making any reference to it being suitable for a bunch of pricks.