This was, of course another exciting week in The Apprentice. Sir Alan set the teams the task of coming up with a new greetings card holiday, to be fair, this episode did just highlight the fact that Valentines Day is a load of old bollocks set up by card companies to make money. If only there was some sort of day celebrating being single? This was Raef's idea, and it seemed like a pretty good one, that is until someone asked the question "And who exactly would send the card?" Yes...well...quite. Not only that but they spent about 3 hours debating the position of an apostrophe for "Singles Day", I don't even think there is one.

Yes, Kevin got fired. But he truly brought it on himself, bringing Sara into the boardroom with him.
Ah Sara, she had a pretty rough time this week, her pets birthday idea was slammed by the evil evil Jenny in favour of her ridiculous green awareness idea, then she was accused of doing nothing! Thankfully Sir Alan saw through this playground bullying and sacked Kevin, for the obvious reason that he was team leader and seeing that the absolute moron with the bad idea wasn't in the boardroom he was completely utterly to blame. Of course, Alex, Jenny and Lee didn't see it this way and started laying into Sara on her return to the house, until Raef put a stop to it. "A decision has been made, this is reliving the boardroom and she doesn't need to answer these questions. It's disrespectful." what a stand up gent! In that situation I probably would've punched Alex squarely in his throat...and that would mainly be for his choice of hat. But poor Sara, I just wanted to give her a hug by the end of the episode. Hope she proves herself to these odious streaks of piss next week. And I was quite sad to see Lee McQueen show his dark side, but I'll let him off with it on the grounds of naieve belief that Alex and Jenny weren't making Sara into a scapegoat. So a dark ending to another entertaining episode, 'mon the Sara!

















Another bloody reason to spend a heap of money. Until next time, faithful reader, by which time I may have flogged a kidney, or taken to selling my body down the harbour.














