For the first time this series, I'm genuinely gutted with this week's eviction outcome. Another twist that took place last week has essentially backfired again, leading to the eviction of the alpha-male in the house.
It's interesting to see how the tables have now turned. Dexter and Gina my two favourites are now recognised as the most popular housemates in the outside world, to the rest of them, whilst former "insiders" such as Hazel and Charlie are on the potential chopping line for next week.
You have to wonder what next year's Apprentice has in store for us? Badger-culling services? Assassination on-demand? If you really want to ensure that people don't get disfigured by cosmetic treatments, don't sell them, and don't promote them on taxpayer-funded TV.
The majority of this week's highlights have revolved around the Daley & Hazel relationship "story-line", which as Dexter even agrees is immensely cringey.
So what if the 11-year-old has shone round after round in the competition, excelling at every test of intelligence put before her? She's got a bit of hair between her nose and her mouth and it is holding her back, people. Take out the tweezers, heat up the wax and roll up your sleeves: we've got an innocent 11-year-old waiting to be objectified.
After the first week's twists and drama, I was looking forward to see how the rest of the house would take shape without the shows former protagonist and antagonist (Michael and Sallie), however I can already see what is beginning to happen; the big personalities will all get evicted, leaving the boring housemates to last.
Aside from losing two of the top housemates on Friday night, the show has been ever so dramatic throughout this week. We've seen the spoilt brat Gina clearly forget that she's on TV and kick off so badly that she was issued a warning within the first six hours of her stay - Nice!
After Thursday night's joke of a launch night, quite frankly I've seen enough to realise that what used to be THE best reality TV show around, has rel...
I feel that I share both a special bond with the show and the pain of the Stark family. Therefore, I've come up with some sure fire ways to ride out the ensuing nine or so months until the next series arrives. **Warning cryptic mild spoilers alert**
The opening of tonight's show reminded us all that Britain has talent, we really do, but even with a gift, you have to impress our fearless four judges.
Made in Chelsea instills a post code hatred in all of us. Is the propagation of the wealthy in popular culture responsible for classist attitudes in the UK?
I like the opening five minutes of The Apprentice the best I think. Mainly because of the contestants' VTs; which this year contained some very bold and arousing statements. "I am a great of my generation. I take inspiration from Napoleon," so says a small man wearing ladies sunglasses.
As early as midway through the first episode we gain an appreciation of whom we are going to collectively despise. It is normally the irritating cretin who takes it upon him/herself to come up with a team name such as 'oblivion' or 'evolve.' Why they feel compelled to come up with such lame post-apocalyptic names is beyond me.
Die-hard book fans will be squirming at the sight of Theon Greyjoy, who doesn't even appear until much later in the books. The sheer amount of activity going on in this episode felt like a visual binge of narratives and characters. I was too scared to take my eyes off the TV screen in fear of missing something important.
The latest series of Made In Chelsea is upon us and I once again feel queasy, can someone pass the bucket? Why do we always insist on celebrating excess? It is absolutely beyond me why so many watch this glorified tripe. It is quite literally the television equivalent of manure.
With the Season 2 finale airing on Sky Atlantic this week, HBO's GIRLS' sophomore season ended on a real high. The final episode (spoiler alert if you are yet to watch) brought it back to basics - the episode was filled with lots of the characters, real charm and effortless Brooklyn style.