Wednesday nights

Ah I love Wednesday. Half of the week is over and of course at 8 pm there is tv gold in the form of the restaurant. I know, I know, it clashes with the Bill but record the Bill and watch it the way God intended , on a Sunday morning with a nice cup of coffee. Quite where they found this years candidates for the Restaurant, I have no idea. Did Raymond Blanc stand in the middle of a town with a billboard "dumbasess please come here and sign up for my new series"? There are now only 4 couples left - 2 who can win - the lad who wears purple and his "effervescent" mrs, and the couple that basically serve up home made food, serve it with a smile and then charge you restaurant prices. I like both couples and surely Raymond is only ever going to invest his money with one of these couples. Being the best couples means they are not as entertaining though. The entertainment now comes from James and Alistair. James is about 25 and can cook. However he is being portrayed as possibly the biggest bully since Adolf Hitler and his treatment of simpering Alistair has to be seen to be believed. They are describe as childhood friends. I can only assume that means James bullied Alastair at primary school and has decided to dedicate his life to perfecting that art. Alastair for his part is madly in love with James and clearly values any form of attention even if it is a sharp kick in the bollocks. In last weeks episode, Alastair had a mini-breakdown and conceivably was thinking of suicide as the dinner party they were catering for threatened to turn into a huge disaster. As he curled up in the corner sobbing his heart out, good old James was trying to perfect his Ali G routine by clicking his fingers and shouting "booyakasha" whilst at the same time dressing a tomato salad with a nice balsamic dressing. Tv gold my friends. Watch it.

Mickey is on holiday by the way. I might write some more tomorrow if I can be bothered.