Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Day 37: Apprentice Sadness

Went over to my friends to watch Episode two of The Apprentice.

The UK version, that is. I don't understand how anyone can watch the American one. Donald Trump is a complete ass, who's been bankrupt, what, twice? He made his money by inheriting it. He had all possible advantages and pissed them into the wind, and only made it back again by having connections from people so invested in him as both a person and a business that they couldn't ignore it. The third time, he got lucky, and then proceeded to be one of the least generous and most underhand ruthless business tycoons in the world. He's racist, ugly, and completely unlikeable. Why would anyone want to be apprenticed to that?

The British one, on the other hand, has Sir Lord Alan Sugar. Who is funny, brutally honest, suffers no fools, is a self-made man who came from nothing, both socially and financially. When he criticises you for being an idiot when it comes to a business deal, you know he has been there, you know he understands the choice you made and knows when it was fucking stupid. He may not have the money that Trump has, but he has enough to be considered a success by any measure.

The main delight of the Apprentice, though, is the opening sequence, where they point a camera at the contestants and appear to say "Say something to make yourself sound like a cock" to them. And boy, do they deliver. Alternatively, this could be the audition process, where they have random business wannabes walk by and say something about themselves, and the most cockish are given a spot on the programme.

My friend and I have a little competition each year where we make a table at the start, with points for close guesses at the losers for each week. I was going to post this years table here so you could join in, but I missed last weeks episode completely due to the woeful advertising job they did for it this year, and was then slow about posting this. I figure at this point joining in at the third week isn't worthwhile. Sorry. Next time maybe.

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