The last 8 weeks have all gone by in such a blur. Everyone has their favourite to win at this stage. I don’t have a favourite per se, but if a gun was put to my head and I had to pick a winner I’d say Brenda. That’s who I would employ anyway. She’s a level headed, practically minded, straight talking kind of woman. She has run her own business and anyone who has done that is a grafter and knows what it means to earn money and turn a profit.
The best candidate won’t necessarily win, we all know that. It boils down to the “performance” in the boardroom. Who’s got the bullshit bingo lingo down pat? Who has the longest knife and is willing to dig it in deep? Ultimately though, who really truly wants to don the warpaint and become a warrior for Bill Cullen?
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The Apprentices favourite printer is up for 3 industry awards. Can’t be for price anyway.
Orla has new fella. She’s (wisely) not saying who it is, but “he would be quite well known”. Lucky chap whoever he is.
Ireland is Apprentice crazy. Despite being up against the nine o clock news and the Bertie documentary, last weeks episode had the highest viewership figures of the series.
Paddy hopes Brenda or Shane wins the prize, and is happy to be out of the bitchfest.
David McWilliams reckons an Apprentice style programme is needed to decide who the government should appoint as directors to the banks.
“If you think about it, a candidate chosen by Bill Cullen and the people in a public ‘Apprentice’-style process, has at least as good a chance of sorting out the financial institutions as a hopeful anointed behind closed doors by the cozy cartel of bankers who conspired to blow the boom. More to the point, it would be compulsive television. Just the type of thing we’d tune into on these winter nights.”
Great idea for a TV show David. Personally I’d much prefer an “I’m a banker get me out of here” style programme. Send the lot of them off to Australia to live on a diet of witchetty grubs and kangaroo testicles washed down with warm rat piss. For dessert, I’d set the Anaconda loose for a bit of post dinner squeezing.