These shows follow the same formula: some poor sod’s misfortune is someone else’s gain. I don’t watch this show often, and tonight there was a young couple that had obviously messed up their moment in the limelight. These two seemed to take real heart from the Cairns couple (the guy looks a bit like Jack Nicholson) making a bigger mess of things than they had apparently.
They weren’t the only ones – there were lots of smug faces around the table. In this bitchy game, one couple’s misfortune is another couple’s gain. There was the stuck up-blond princess sitting with her sour-faced mum announcing after the main course that she wasn’t worried that her expectations would be superseded by the dessert. I’m not sure what the others made of that, but we know what she means don’t we?
She’s a first class bitch, and I hope she gets her just desserts real soon. And we offer the same wishes to the rest of them. What a horrible bunch of people – are they getting nastier with every cycle of MKR, because that’s what the producers are pushing for? Because NASTY and BITCHY are good for the ratings?
This evening did offer a lesson to aspiring foodies though: Presentation is a major key to success. The first two dishes were disasters. Our friends from Cairns had given no thought to colours and textures, and ended up with yellows and browns supporting off-white and cream colours.
Their dessert looked terrific but sadly no one liked the taste of it, so they all bitched about it. The only plus was a complete absence of black wine glasses.
Frankly, most of these people deserve to be tossed into the Cook’s River. Sorry, but the pun was intended. The river is a cesspit, and inflicts great shame on the councils and the people in the surrounding suburbs – Ashfield, Bankstown, Canterbury, Hurstville, Marrickville, Strathfield and Rockdale.
Kim