And it's gotten worse.
Not the contestants, or tasks or anything. I mean Lord Alan and his increasingly strange habit of dragging the contestants out of bed at ungodly hours and taking them to disproportionately grand settings that have some equally disproportionate link to the task he's about to set.
The best one so far was dragging them to the British Museum to look at a statue of Aphrodite so explain how he wanted them to flog spray tan, warm oysters, and fake fringes. I can't wait for next week where he takes them in an experimental submarine to the ruins of Atlantis and tells them he wants them to set up a business selling cockles and whelks, or shoots them up into space where Lord Alan awaits them in a massive black cowl to witness the firepower of his fully armed and operational Death Star.......then tells Jim to move over to Logic and go sell some jam.
Not the contestants, or tasks or anything. I mean Lord Alan and his increasingly strange habit of dragging the contestants out of bed at ungodly hours and taking them to disproportionately grand settings that have some equally disproportionate link to the task he's about to set.
The best one so far was dragging them to the British Museum to look at a statue of Aphrodite so explain how he wanted them to flog spray tan, warm oysters, and fake fringes. I can't wait for next week where he takes them in an experimental submarine to the ruins of Atlantis and tells them he wants them to set up a business selling cockles and whelks, or shoots them up into space where Lord Alan awaits them in a massive black cowl to witness the firepower of his fully armed and operational Death Star.......then tells Jim to move over to Logic and go sell some jam.
