a tide of e-mail
I am canute of the desk
‘stop!’ I say. they don’t.
This week, on The Apprentice, Raef Bjayou took charge of the boys’ team in the task of running a laundry. Sadly, nothing went wrong for the boys. They got a deal from a hotel to wash all their mucky sheet and pillowcases, while the girls, managed by sinister, ginger and very scary Jenny, spiralled into a whirling tumble-dryer nightmare of chaos (OK, it wasn’t that bad, but I like the metaphor).
Sir Alan, whose facial expressions seem to be growing more extraordinary as time goes on, decided to fire Shazia, a decision not popular in the real world of the general public.
I have a sneaky feeling that Sir Alan knows very early on who the real potential apprentices are and if he has three people in front of him, none of whom he has any intention of employing, he might well feel that he will sack the one who generates the least ratings.