I realise it is ridiculous given the lack of actual quality in this year’s series of The Apprentice, but it is Wednesday and I’m feeling a little bereft.
No television programme, especially not a reality one, should make me feel like this.
It should be Apprentice night, but it isn’t. What is on instead?
Holby City – pretend doctors and nurses shouting a lot and sploshing about in blood and gore.
So not a million miles from the car crash TV that The Apprentice served us up during the course of this series. But I hate Holby City and its ilk, so Wednesday is now a wash-out TV-wise (which is no bad thing).
I see the programme-makers behind The Apprentice are already starting the recruitment process for next year’s series.
Given the weakness of this year’s crop of clueless wannabes – and the fact that the candidates have been getting steadily worse over the course of each series – I’m less than optimistic about who they will get to perform for us next year.
That won’t be enough to sustain me for the next 12 months or so.
I wonder which part of SirA’s empire is experiencing Lee’s dinosaur impression today…?