You're Fired: The Bridge Cafe! The losers debriefed in a rather more funky looking place, with rafters and everything.
Taxi of doom: Candidate-wise, it was Aisha who got Lord Sugar's pointy finger. Aisha, who first pissed off her entire team by resolutely ignoring then all, and then pissed off Lord Sugar by not acknowledging his 'hilarious' joke that a cactus flower can look like a raspberry.
£2 down: Louise.
Lucky escape: Northern mop top Natalie, for monotonously pitching that Lady Brady was too old to understand haircare. Not that fellow pitcher Vana was much more charismatic: "We chose. A green bottle. Because the cactus. Is green."
Mergim-watch: According to Mergim, sexiness is a man with hair like Mergim's.
Ruth-watch: Sexy shushing at the camera, the cougar.
Brainstorm-watch: But who wouldn't want to wash their hair in Manly Moist?
Old-watch: The grey pound kicks in around 45 then, does it? That's fifty shades of depressing.
Charleine Charleine Charleine Charleinnnnnnne-watch: Our Welsh hairdresser has the heart-on-sleeve facial expressions of Nadiya Bake Off - if Nads was a business delusionist rather than a supremely talented baker. Charleine got to hairdress, but man was she peeved that she couldn't PM or pitch, or do anything beyond repeatedly bleating THAT THERE IS ARGON OIL in the product.
Backstab-watch: Podium dancer (NOT pole remember) Selina is soooo planning a slow burn on Charleine. Watch this space...
Winners' prize-watch: Yoga in bags for the boys, mwahahahahaha! Bet Joseph Valente was delighted. We're some way from a spa weekend in Iceland.
Next time-watch: Oooh la la, the buying task goes to France. Oú est la discothèque?
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