Speaking of fading into the background someone somewhere else noted that Clare is this years’ Badger and strangely they considered Raef was this years’ Tre!

*crosses fingers*

I’m looking forward to how much of a mess the two teams make this week! If they can manage to argue amongst themselves so brilliantly who know what depths of management speak they can descend to when the kitchen gets hotter?

But how do you know his beard is encrusted with goose liver? Have you sniffed his face-fuzz before…

Have you no shame, man?

Oh dear, oh dear.

As mentioned before, I have a weird thing for Sara.

I would lick Alan Sugar’s foie gras-encrusted beard for less.

Back to the task, and I was impressed by the stunningly short period of time it took for someone to mention the (literally impossible) application of more than 100% effort. [Raef, for your memory; 110%].

The desperate pleas for tips (monetary or ellucidating) was absolutely mortifying for the women’s team. Couple my general discomfort with cadging extra coppers out of clients with my visceral dislike of Jenny “Underbite” Celerier, and you had me practically hurling empy Cava bottles at the screen.

Particularly hilarious was when the South African woman refused to tip the girls, following abject loss of laundry, and the the Ginger Ninja had the AUDACITY to look annoyed.

All that said, despite being a colossal prat, I have mayjah love for Raef. He is hot; hair needs work, as does general deportment, but sweet Christ on the cross, he is gorgeous.

But the makers credit us with the intelligence that we understand they have to please the audience, so he kept her in, which is logical.

So we are both right.

So he’s not using fucking logic there, is he? YES? YES?