So the contestants last week were Michael (dour stereotypical Scotsman), Mark (illegitimate offspring of Wolverine and K D Lang) and Tony (wearisome office joker) from Scotland, all judged by Angela Hartnett (who I'm really quite fond of and was firm but fair in her scoring).
Once again, what constitutes 'funny' was widely open to debate, and actually entirely ignored in Michael's main dish, but the judges exercised their ancient privilege to ignore their own rules if they like something enough. Tony was probably the guy who stuck with the brief the most, but Christ he didn't half get on my tits. That, and the narrator CONSTANTLY referring to him as 'risk-taker Tony' or 'self-proclaimed joker Tony' meant I wasn't too sad to see him dismissed on Thursday, leaving the Undertaker and KD Lang to face it out in the final. Having said that, his wilful recklessness did provide a nice contrast to the seriousness of the others.
This week the odd editorial decision to have a lot of close-ups on people's eyes kind of made it seem like a Sergio Leone stand-off at some points, but despite the programme makers best efforts to try and inject tension, everyone seemed to get on ok.
Michael ended up the winner, but here's my highlights:
Biggest Prick of the Week - Oliver 'I'm feeling generous, and I'm still going to say it's the worst thing I've ever eaten' Peyton.
Least Prickish Prick of the Week - Angela Hartnett. I'm not qualified to say on this point, but Pete has come up with the term 'GastroMILF'.
Moment of the Week - When almost all the judges thought Michael's dyed red egg yolk looked gross and didn't want to eat it after he'd spent hours cooking it.
Bronwen's Favourite Dish - Michael's 'Chicken hit by a car' dish. Dark, man.
Wild card of the Week - Angela's up-do that made her look like Captain Katherine Janeway.
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