Sir Alan set the teams the task of running a laundrette and we had some very early contenders for the best moments of Series 4.
First of all we had this absolute lunatic thinking it was a good idea to charge £4.99 per item. Now, faithful reader, this essentially means she was charging someone practically a fiver to wash a pillow case. Good een. Of course, their pitch to the manager of a large hotel failed miserably...but the fact they offered to do his laundry for five grand with a straight face was incredible. Not only was that incredible but the sheer fucking cheek of asking customers for tips did not impress Sir Alan.
Sir Al was also unimpressed by the idea of a laundry helpline, prompting him to utter perhaps my favourite ever line in Apprentice history: "Hello girls, how are my pants doing?"
Also, said lunatic is marking herself out as the villain of this series with her treatment of Lucinda, who I don't like in the slightest but there are ways of talking to people, know what I mean you cunt?
The boys did really bloody well last night, and I was expecting them to trip up and shatter the wonderful male bonding that was going on...but they didn't. And they're all mates, for now that is.
Sir Alan's Much Maligned Wanking Task
The class struggle of last week was a distant memory, as Raef (Definitely my favourite right now.) led the Team to victory and a private room at the Ritz. It was great to see Michael (Second favourite, primarily for his "I've worked with laundry machinery.....in Bosnia.") talk so highly of Raef but will they all be speaking so well of each other next week when, as far as I can gather, they have to run a Wetherspoons?
Michael: He's washed pants in a warzone...what the fuck have you done with your life? 
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