Watched it with the two-leggeds last night, couldn't decide who I wanted to win: An old bender, a young bender or a Jock isn't much of a choice is it really? Still, at least the fat, ugly, ginger with a lisp got knocked out in the earlier rounds. That Paul Hollywood bloke, there's something not quite right with him either is there? He's supposed to be every middle-aged woman's heart throb although he looks like a dodgy second hand car salesman to me. And he's no stranger to the dark arts of bum banditry either, I reckon. "Look, your bottom's gone all soggy and there's far too much chocolate on those fingers." I rest my case. Mary Berry, she's alright I suppose, a bit like Daphne off Eggheads, she probably reeks of piss and humbugs but she's harmless. I do like that Mel woman though, even if she does look like a raging lezzer. Bring on the next series I say. Woof.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.