You're fired: Tall Robert, lover of Shoreditch and sock-less loafers - before he'd had a chance to explain to Lordsiralun how he wasn't PM because a canoe is not the same as a luxury yacht. It's fine, I'm sure there's a place for him on Made In Chelsea, personal-shopping luxury tech jumpers for Mark-Francis.
You're also fired: Scott the Scot. For being sulky mainly, after no-one wanted to make his technologically innovative idea of 'a pedometer'.
Wearable tech? Yes, I'd quite like a jacket which charges my phone. No, I do not want it modelled on eighties Executive-wear, with reflective gaffer tape on my shoulders and novelty Christmas lights on the lapels.
Poor boardroom defence: Daniel tried to explain that when he'd pitched that he wouldn't wear the boys' creepy perve-spy jumper out the house, he had ACTUALLY meant he wouldn't wear the boys' creepy perve-spy jumper AT NIGHT, so by implication he would *totes* wear it in the day - like, didn't you get that, durrrrrr.
Canadian Steven-watch: Disappointingly quiet, but he did use his IT skills to rotate an image from portrait to landscape - by physically turning the laptop.
Hypnotherapist Sarah's feminist manifesto: Sarah was able to play her strengths today - channelling every last inch of focus into modelling that jacket like she was participating in Miss Amstrad 1985 and gunning to win.
I've got my eye on you, mate: Aussie Mark is often right about how things played out. But MY GOD he's such a whiny dickhead about it.
Best prize evah: That James Bond rocket water jet treat looks AWESOME. Even if the only thing you can do is rise a few metres above the Thames praying you don't get Weil's disease.
Next week: Home fragrances. Let the marketing of Glade plug-in shambles ensue!
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