Ciao Uzma! Gone before we solved the mystery of her face.
Sure she was pretty awful, but I'll miss her confused trout pout and
unfortunate peach lipstick. Uzma’s main skills seemed to be walking
in stilt-level platforms, flicking her hair extensions and sniping.
But here's hoping her 'look good' business will flourish – I hear her foundation comes with a free trowel.
Business
pun name of the week: Buffalocal, London’s finest buffalo meat and
bland soup shop. Despite Luisa’s desire to “dress the shop”
with six sweet corns, Myles decided to steamroller her instructions
and buy a trolley full of veg. (Nothing says ‘decor’ like a
turnip.) That Myles also showed far and away the most promise
of the lot by suggesting dried-up baked potatoes filled with cheddar
shavings and tuna mush were probably not prime front of house
material... Well, it tells you all you need to know about this
year’s breed.
I
DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!!! Delicious organic farmhouse smoothies. Made
of Apple Just Juice from Costcutter.
Eyebrows-watch:
Despite his spontaneous willingness to dress up as scarecrow, Welsh
Alex was unable to recognise some carrots. He did have a more
successful turn as a hands-on milkmaid model though.
Next
week: the 'mysterious objects you're not allowed to Google' task. In
Dubai. Cue an hour of ‘IF THE LOCALS DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU
THE FIRST TIME JUST SAY IT AGAIN LOUDER’.
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