The penultimate week (and last week sorry).

Hello folks,

I know, you are all devastated that I missed last week’s blog. Oh what was that nobody noticed? Oh well here is this weeks, and a little bit of last week to re-cap.

So last week saw the demise of Stephen. Of course it did, there is only so much an idiot can ride his luck before he is found out. What is disappointing is that Gabby went as well. The idea was to sell Groupon like deals to customers, offering deals on luxury items or evens via a mobile app and website. Both teams had varying degrees of success but Stephen’s obvious lack of any ability running a team resulted in his team’s failure. This highlighted Gabrielle as the least useful in the team so she got fired, alas there are no longer any attractive girls in this year’s apprentice (sorry Jade, was that too mean?). Stephen have “placed a bet” with Lord S got the boot as he had failed. Good finally some sense off you go you popeyed wally. The only sad thing about Stephen getting the boot is that Gabrielle only had half a ‘You’re Fired’ focussed on her having to share her time with that loser.

And so to this week.

The plan was to set up and market a new luxury product. Ricky, as he was by himself was teamed up with Tom and this pair of little girls focussed on male grooming products as their luxury item; not a bad idea for the lads as they clearly knew the market and were a pretty slick operation from word go.

Adam was put in charge of the other team with Jade and Nick as his team mates. They chose confectionary as their item and completely got the wrong end of the stick for the task. They chose too many different things to focus on. What had started as hot chocolate became hot chocolate, chocolates, marshmallows and jelly sweets. They then knackered their pricing with no clear direction in what to price the products at, one suggesting £2.99 one suggesting £4.99 and ignoring the idea that a luxury item shouldn’t be anything.99. they had some nice ideas for their retail environment, serving a mixture of cocktails that matched their sweets, with a focus on the drunken jellies (Jade’s idea, bless) and had a nice, Willy Wonka looking shop front.

The lads on the other hand went uber-minimal and stuck to bland, grey packaging that didn’t either catch the eye or inspire much thought for the product, their retail environment looked equally as empty, with a barber’s chair to try out some of the facial moisturiser and a couple of relatively bare looking shelves. What they did have, though, was a well rehearsed and detailed pitch that leant their product some credibility and made the pair look very professional. They used their pitch to second guess any difficult questions that they may be asked, regarding the packaging mostly, cementing their professional appearance.

This was what led Adam and the gang down. Despite their product looking ok and the good use of their retail space they really failed to deliver on the pitch. They stumbled over questions and looked caught out by a lot of things, even old Sugsy had a pop at them during their pitch.

When it came to the boardroom it was an easy win for Ricky and Tom, meaning that they were the first two through to the final. Adam, Jade and Nick headed off to the cafe to await their fate.

Back in the boardroom there was a degree of to-ing and fro-ing between Jade and Adam in particular as to whose fault the failure of the last was, but Nick didn’t swerve any of the attention from Lord Sugar as he has run a hot chocolate business before and should have known better, Sugar isn’t a big fan of people nit using their expertise. After all of the shouting the finger was pointed at Adam. To be fair to him he got a ‘with regret’ from Lord Sugar, which is always a decent sign and despite my original dislike of the pink faced worm he did a lot to ingratiate himself with me and I think many others in the end. He did throw himself into any role with fearless aplomb, even if these acts were drowned out by the shrill northern bleating of “I’m well out my comfort zone here” or distracted by his inability to grasp what a choreographer was. In the end he was a decent enough bloke, possibly a bit sexist (maybe a lot) but anyone who has read this blog from week one will see that it is possible that I am as well.

So fair play Jade, Nick, Ricky and Tom. I have to say my money is firmly on Ricky. He is assured and hard working and looks like an upright Joe Swanson from Family Guy, “Nice work Rookie”.

I would like to add an addendum to this week’s blog. Shame on the BBC for featuring lying, vile scum like Kelvin Mackenzie on a show watched by nice and intelligent people. He is quite literally the worst kind of human being. I hope he continues to get fat on his lies until he finally bursts the lie mongering hate filled bastard.

See you all next time.

Andrew D. Clark

Week 9 don't let Jenna make a video

Hello my friends,

It is a little past that time of week again, for which I apologise, I was unable to watch our favourite programme on Wednesday and only caught up last night.

So let’s crack on. A very relevant week in the apprentice for me as I have worked for some years in the wine industry and know English sparkling wine very well. Enough in fact to assure you that the tagline ‘Less fizz more sparkle’ is the biggest load of shit I have ever heard. More on that and the multi-tasking Stephen Brady (who struggled for wickets this week against the West Indies).

The teams met with Lord Sugar in St Pancras station’s champagne bar. Here he told them that they would be setting up a campaign to raise the awareness of English sparkling wine. He then allowed Sterling to pick a player from the other team. Each of Sterling were unanimous in their selection of Nick, Adam in fact was very excited. So with the ‘Don’t pick me’ expression fading from his chops nick slid over to Sterling. Adam then grinned his way through Lord Sugar’s explanation of the tasks brief, growing pink(er) with the excitement of having his mate back.

Lord S was quite precise, telling the kids that they would be tasked with making a promotional drive for English fizz, not for selling it or marketing it in any other way.

Phoenix set about picking their PM, everyone wanted a go so they decided on a vote where you can’t vote for yourself. This fell like literally everything else in the whole world on the deaf ears of the now fully elected and seemingly un-usurp-able colossal nob that is Stephen Brady, who voted for himself, like a massive tit. When it was reiterated that he couldn’t vote for himself he voted for Ricky. Ricky Martin and the Phoenix three were back on tour.

Tom was the obvious choice for Sterling. He works in wine and does this every day, though he is obviously incapable in pronouncing Champagne. It was lucky for Sterling to have Tom as like every week, Adam was out of his comfort zone. His comfort zone being at Old Trafford, blending in with the rest of the turds. To be fair to Adam though, he has improved slightly (no mean feat I know) but has endeared me a lot, he did well with the art stuff last week and has adopted a persona of a 5 year old boy willing to try anything, it kind of suits him, and of course I apologise to him if he is not a Man U fan, the evidence for that is against him, he is after all from Manchester, I simply wanted to call all United fans turds. Oh look I did it again.

Tom had to highlight to Adam the distinction between champagne and sparkling wine, this I can’t hold against him. It is incredible the amount of people who don’t know that. With this sorted they headed out to meet some producers and as we saw later on You’re Fired, get as bevied as possible on free English plonk.

Stephen meanwhile was further demonstrating how he knows nothing about anything ever, with the exception of how to be a melt, suggesting that ‘Moet (pronounced wrong), Cava, Prosecco, they’re names that actually signify that drink...’ this is wrong on so many counts, he doesn’t know a thing and the fact that he has survived this process so far makes me question the way the programme works, surely Lord Sugar, who laid down the law in week one “this is my boardroom and this is my money” can have a bellend veto as part of his contract, starting in around week 5 with ‘all of those coming on the task step forward, Stephen, where do you think you are going?’ followed by, ‘you my friend are fired, not because you have lost tasks, oh no you have slipped by on the coattails of all of your fellow candidates, no you are fired as I invoke the bellend clause which allows me to rid this process of any obvious bellend with stupid bulging eyes and empty, echoing cranium.’ The saddest thing is after Stephen came out with his latest diatribe of utter drivel (yes I am aware of the irony Ewan), Ricky gave it validity, it really is the blind leading the stupid. He continued his outspewing of abject nonsense with ‘That is the word that springs to mind c e r t, cert’, what does that mean you feckless arse, followed by ‘another word that springs to mind to me that represents BRITISHNESS, grandeur’ moron. I felt sorry for Gabby, sat beside this fool having to listen to the endless prattling whilst trying to get on with her own work, that was the work that was good and recognised by the rest of her team and the boardroom panel as the only decent work to come out of the morning that her and the cretin spent together. It also has to be highlighted the third wonderful idea in the stream of (desire to lose) consciousness was ‘Chink’ as in chink glasses, like the English Sparkling wine industry would be perfectly comfortable with chink stamped to their bottles. Gabby simply laughed and said no.

Ricky and Jenna found themselves at Denbies Wine Estate, a chance to meet some producers and get their ideas on what the English sparkling market offers and how best to market it. Sensible. Tom and Adam on the other hand went to another and simply did some tasting. Tom spent his time harping on about vanilla from the French oak and to be fair all of the sort of things that I would be doing, Adam as has been usual when he is out of his comfort zone gave his honest evaluation of the wine ‘It is almost tangy (or tangeh) like Granny Smith’s’, cue Karren Brady’s disparaging look, but take that Brady, maybe you should spend all of you millions in learning about wine, that is quite a typical aroma characteristic of a young, fresh approached non vintage sparkling wine, now say you are sorry!

Back to the ever patient Gabrielle and the ever an utter wolly Stephen, in Tesco looking at bottles. This is branding 101 look at other things and see what works, again lost on Stephen who wasted ages traipsing round the store looking for someone to tell them about wine. Gabrielle noticed this, in fact anyone would, you are in Tesco, if you want to know where it is on the shelf, or if there is any in the warehouse because they appear to be out, then perhaps you will get some help, there won’t be award winning sommelier throughout the country, hanging around by the discounted New Zealand Sauvignon and the rose Freixenet, just in case you need a St Emilion, that has been doubled in price, then slashed in half and called a deal, to go with the Ginsters you picked up from an earlier aisle. At least as he wandered around the store looking for a ‘salesman’ Gabrielle was able to get stuff done.

To summarise the rest of the first day, Ricky and Jenna ordered props for their video shoot the next day. Ricky should have noticed Jenna’s desire for the tacky at this point, but still made the decision for her to direct the video with the incredibly skilled Stephen the next day. Nick and Jade worked their socks off with their brand ideas and their website. Tom and Adam got more and more drunk. Before they went to bed Ricky cemented the idea that the video should be sensible, that it should be quality and not too ‘gimmicky’.  

On the next day, the teams, some more delicate than others, set off about their duties. Ricky and Gabby did some website stuff, Tom and Adam recovered from their hangovers then Adam and Jade went to make their video. Adam self applied the title choreographer as in someone who tells people where to stand. Jade asked him what choreography means he said that it is telling people where they stand, he backs this up with the fact that everyone told him that was what it was. If only he had asked Jade, or a choreographer, or anyone.

The day went by, but the most important part of the day was the video made by Jenna and Stephen. It was absolutely terrible. Truly, utterly and completely rubbish. They missed the point and the mood in English sparkling wine, thinking more Lambrini and white lightning than Nyetimber and Chapel Down. When Ricky saw it he didn’t look happy.

Next the teams presented their marketing initiatives to the collection of industry experts to pass judgment. They seemed happy with Ricky and his lot until they saw the video, at this point they all looked embarrassed. ‘Why is it necessary to make it so flippant?’ best question ever.

When Tom and gang presented their presentation the panel seemed nonplussed by what was essentially a sales website and a drab video.

But to cut this pretty long story short, the teams sat in front of Lord S and he picked a winner. He was unhappy that Tom’s team didn’t really get the task, straying too much from the marketing brief, but the video killed it for Ricky. They lost. Tom and his pals got to play in a rooftop hot tub, unlucky Jade, and Ricky had to pick his co-firees.

This was easy Gabby had done well; she went back to the house. Jenna should have been safe; yes the vid was her fault, she got carried away with her daft idea and developed something utterly rubbish, but Stephen was in the boardroom facing a firing, Sugar had holstered his bellend clause, this was going to be quick and easy. Until...

Until the loose mouth, bulging eyed dickhead challenged Lord Sugar. You make me PM next week I will win (I will be on a winning team, my team mate might win it). Alan was so angered with the challenge he rose to it. He told Stephen that he would be leading next week and that he would have to win. Jenna got the flick.

Next week that little tard has to lose. I want to see Lord Sugar pull him apart and silence that offensive little bollock for good. Nonce.

OK, on to next week. This has been a bit of a rant, for which I apologise, but I am finding it harder each week to keep a lid on my distain for that horrible little man!

Still think Ricky will win overall, but we shall see!

Nice one pals,

Andrew D. Clark

Pictures n' stuff Its week 8

Ok folks, it’s that time again.

This week the teams had to commission and sell street art. Both Sterling and Phoenix had secret weapons in the shapes of Tom and Gabrielle, both of whom have an avid interest in the art industry and a decent appreciation of what they were seeing. This was helpful as it was relatively apparent that none of the others had much of a clue.

To begin, as per usual the teams picked their PMs. Stephen looked enthusiastic (or shocked, he only really has one expression) and threw in his hand to lead Sterling, backing this enthusiasm with ‘I really want to be PM’, or some other trite comment, in fact it is completely apparent now and becomes more so throughout this episode that Stephen is simply trite, he brings nothing to the table (and other such modern business clichés) and can’t seem to be able to look beyond his glowing and super incredible image of himself, he has lumbered up and nicked Adam’s mantle of most annoying person of series 8 and has smithed it into a garish, vulgar medallion to sit below his garish vulgar face; he floats like an angel of death in whichever team he is palmed onto like the fat kid at PE, bringing neither insight or ability whilst spouting sheer nonsense, sheer unintelligent drivel through the shocked looking hole beneath his bulging, idiot eyes, whilst always, ALWAYS seeming to scrape through. Gabrielle on the other hand had some basis to her drive to be PM in that she has knowledge of art and an abundance of artistic ideas and would be the most definite choice for PM of any team. Gabby got PM of Sterling.

Tom put himself forward to Phoenix, again a character with some artistic nous and was appointed accordingly. The teams at this point separated into 2 sub teams, one set going to Bristol, the birthplace of Banksy and a hub of street art, the other remaining in London. Tom sent Adam and Jade out to Bristol where they would meet and recruit some of the street artists, him and Laura hanging back in London to meet the rest, and most importantly the corporate clients who were looking to invest in some street art. Their client was Renault, the French car manufacturer for those who don’t know. Being a French company the people from Renault wanted something sexy, and current, all of which Tom seemed to grasp and reassure their buyers with the same enthusiasm as someone waking up with a massive hangover. The next step was to select some artists.

Gabrielle sent Nick and Ricky Martin to Bristol, the pair like a besuited Bill and Ben debated the pressing issue of whether they should wear ties during their meetings with the street artists, people clearly more hip than themselves, or whether they should be all open collars like the cool kids. Gabrielle and Jenna stayed in London to keep an eye on what Stephen was messing about with. The corporate client for Sterling was Beefeater Gin, obviously looking for a current and innovative approach on London, this was all of the information that Sterling gathered from them, ignoring (as Karren Brady pointed out) the issues of size, budget, location and so on. Gabrielle also made the glaring error of letting Stephen speak, ‘We are actually meeting some artists today’, he enthused, ‘that are up and coming, and so if you could “get on that train” with those artists...’ yes “get on that train” what a cretin. The gin-folk didn’t seem impressed and neither did Karren.

Next Sterling met some artists and with the kind of confidence gained from being allowed to speak out once Stephen spoke again, the first artist met being Nathan Bowen, a former builder turned successful street artist. His art was pretty decent stuff and quite patriotic with a definite London motif, his story, also interesting was met with a succession of “no ways” from Stephen like a mother hearing playground gossip. Jenna on the other hand was available to ask the right questions, i.e. how much do these pieces sell for? If only she had spoken up in the Beefeater meeting. Ricky and Nick had their first meeting with Copyright in Bristol; both seemed impressed with the artist.

Laura and Tom then experienced Pure Evil, this is the artist you proles, not Karren Brady’s smile. Despite his knowledge and enthusiasm for street art Tom failed to make a good impression with Pure, or is it Evil, who knows?  Gabby on the other hand really impressed him, her enthusiasm and interaction with the art itself winning the artist over. These exchanges were crucial as eventually both Phoenix and Sterling opted to represent the artist, Pure Evil, though, favoured Sterling.

At this point I have to say that I was a little, I won’t use the word impressed, less disdainful of Adam. He met this task in the headlong manner with which he had approached all of those previously, but with a quieter and less arrogant technique. It could be that he didn’t particularly understand the industry and rather than try and blag it (meatballs spring to mind) he sat back and gave his honest, if not a little off the mark opinion. This didn’t harm him though and ok one of the artist did say on You’re Fired, that Adam dude didn’t seem to know much about art, but he wasn’t slamming him. He almost seemed sweet and his skin didn’t illuminate until quite late into the programme. Bear in mind though that none of the artists were female, so he didn’t have much cause for dismissal. He seemed most impressed with Copyright’s work, describing it as hypnotising whilst pointing at a piece with a woman, naked but for a red wrap around her waist, mirrored as if leaning on, well, a mirror. Perhaps he felt outnumbered.

The last noteworthy artist was James Jessop, he seemed a nice, simple kind of lad whose art was quite striking, very expensive and massive; one piece would have been slightly bigger than my flat. Stephen seemed impressed with Jessop describing him and the rest of the artist fraternity as nutcases with a bit of genius in them, he probably liked the work as it was inappropriate, brash and loud, just like his stupid face. Tom and Laura didn’t seem overwhelmed with Jessop at first deciding that he wasn’t right for them, but when they failed to secure Pure Evil they were stuck with him. It wasn’t the end of the world; if one of his pictures sold they would be making a massive profit from it, trouble being they needed to sell him.

So both teams had their artists. Sterling captured Pure Evil and Nathan Bowen; Phoenix chose Copyright and were stuck with James Jessop. Now they needed to sell.

During the sales process Adam again shone. He used his roll up roll up everything must go approach, which was criticised on You’re Fired by art collectors and gallery owners, but for the actual even it worked well. Renault also seemed impressed with the work they had selected for them; it was sexy (check) but was maybe a little bit moody so instead of the £5000 that was their budget, they chose to spend £2000. Still could be worse, Sterling managed to ignore Beefeater when they turned up, eventually to be greeted by the colossal retard Stephen, who failed to offer them a drink and said ‘I wish’ when the asked for a gin. He was then left to sell them the art, so as you can probably imagine they didn’t buy any of it. This was criticised by Lord S, understandably, as they had a budget of 10000 quid for the piece, but no one had thought to ask! Despite this Gabrielle’s gallery worked well. She had the excellent idea of having Nathan Bowen doing some art live at the event, meaning that the artist was on hand to answer questions and that people had some entertainment whilst they shopped. This excellent idea was almost sabotaged by Stephen who ‘thinking outside the box’ like an imbecile thought they should stage their live art behind closed doors so that people wouldn’t see that artist. This foolery was unanimously dismissed by the rest of his team, foolery that had been conceived due to Banksy doing his work anonymously and Stephen thinking that Bowen would want this also. What a moron.

After some frantic selling and a last minute sale from Jenna the teams retired to be brought back into the boardroom the next day. Phoenix looked the stronger team but as the money was counted their failure to secure Pure Evil stood out and they lost by a few pounds. The loss wouldn’t have happened had they got Evil (or Pure), as they didn’t sell any of Jessop’s work. Sterling were off to play with paint, Stephen to somehow survive another day. Tom had some decisions to make, eventually letting Adam go back to the house. I have to admit he did deserve to return next week, this was his strongest task, a feat recognised by Lord Sugar.

Tom, Jade and Laura lined up for a firing, but to be fair there was only one who could go. Lord Sugar expanded the suspense for a while toying with sacking Tom for failing to secure Pure Evil, but Laura had been awol for most of the task, especially when it came to sales and was the candidate to be let go this time round. She deserved it but it was a shame, yet another pretty girl gone (she looked amazing on You’re Fired) with only Gabrielle holding the baton for the pretty girls in the boardroom (and it did seem a pretty lot at the beginning), if she goes then the turd polish will have to make an appearance!

Right then folks, Dara’s mental audience seem to be rooting for Tom (madness he will never win it), my money is still on Duane (damn it).

Andrew D. Clark 

Week 7 Smelling what's selling

Week 7

This week we saw the teams re-shuffled. Unfortunately for Laura she was moved from Sterling to Phoenix, a move that she must have known would mean that she wasn’t going to win this week. Stephen Brady was shifted in the other direction in what must have been an attempt to add some stupidity to Sterling. It was a week that was set up for Adam to be fired.

Lord Sugar hinted that Jade would PM Phoenix, being the only candidate thus far not to have PMd a team and after a small debate in the Sterling ranks Nick was selected to lead a team for the first time since his successful stint in week 1. The task was simple, buy in bulk, mark up and flog from a market stall. It was made even simpler by Lord Sugar, advising the teams from the get go what to do and how easy it would be. Smell what sells was his mantra which was repeated throughout the task, if only a little less than the word strategy, which by the end of You’re Fired I would quite happily never hear again.

Jade had shown in the previous task whilst selling food, which does smell and she couldn’t sell very well, that selling items without a scent would be a little difficult, but this hardly mattered. The team took so long in deciding where they would sell their stock that they had barley any time to choose what to sell. They opted for a trolley full of shite. Fake tan, little mechanical bugs, hot water bottles and cheap, unofficial iPod docking speakers were their weapons of choice, which they divided up into two even piles and took out to sell to the Essex public.

Sterling meanwhile decided quickly where they were going to set up their markets. They, with even more time to select some stock, bought almost all of the same dung as Phoenix, with the exception of the mechanical bugs, swapping them for extendable mops and beard trimmers. They did though have a secret weapon in Jenna, though. The beauty industry eer guru stepped forward, fake tan in her strangely mittened hand and released her charm onto the Essex women, desperate to be a different, more bronze colour.  Whilst Nick, Jenna and Gabrielle set up in a shopping complex to watch Jenna work her magic, Ricky and Stephen headed to an outdoor market to sell their mops. Desperate for his new duet to work Ricky slipped on his Minogueian radio mic, with the ease that highlights years of practice and started his new number one hit, “does anyone want to buy a mop”. When the song ended he and Stephen thought how the people in an Essex market would be the perfect audience to tryout their comedy double act in a routine named “I will no longer hurt my back whilst mopping with this new, wonderful, blue extendable mop”, real Monty Python stuff. Just as Morcambe and Wise struggled in sales, so did these two, so they dumped their stock and whizzed off back to the wholesaler to load up on more fake tan.

Over at the Phoenix pitch Adam finally looked as though he had found his calling. A market stall is clearly where you belong when you look like the amalgamation of a worm and an angry pimple. He used all of the patter of his youth ‘Rainy day prices’ for ‘Beautiful Women’ (both B-sides available on the latest Ricky Martin single) and was unfortunately a dab hand, shifting all of the stock he and Jade had taken to the market. This single act would save him from a firing, this and this alone, and in a week when Jade showed just how amazingly bad at running and organising a team she was, he would definitely be on the losing team. It seemed again he had wormed his way out of a firing, wormed, get it.

Now with half a day gone Ricky and Stephen had headed to the warehouse but had found themselves stuck in a massive traffic jam. Jenna had shifted all of the fake tan and with few beards about the place the other team were struggling to sell the remaining stock. Help was on hand in the shape of Gabrielle who ingeniously rebranded the beard trimmer to help Brazilian up the newly bronzed “Lovelies” of Essex. The rest of the stock was sold leaving them with nothing to sell in their busy market.

Jade and Adam, having proved their prowess were on their way to the other part of Phoenix. The sub-team consisting of Azhar, Tom and Laura had a simple message. The bugs were selling at an incredible rate and market up from 60p to £3 to boot. Tom insisted that they plough all of their money into the bugs, an act that would have won them the task, but Jade didn’t hear him over Azhar screeching the word strategy over and over. When Phoenix returned to the warehouse they bought the same amount of the same shit that they had bought earlier, despite having not shifted a fair amount of most of it.

Next was a race to the finish, both teams in the same late night market, Sterling laden with fake tan and hot water bottles, Phoenix with not enough bugs, the secret weapons of Jenna and Adam (bet you never thought I would write that) apiece.

Next, the boardroom. It was squeaky bum time for Nick with Lord Sugar bemoaning his decision to send Ricky and Steve to the warehouse without returning their unsold stock to the other sub-team, but as the numbers rolled in he was safe. Sterling had won it by a few quid, all down to their inflated price for some ropey fake tan and Jenna’s amazing ability to enthuse young and old ladies to chameleon up.

Jade looked as confused and defeated as she had done all day and all the way through the process come to mention it. She decided Azhar was joining the sack race with her but shrugged and apologised her way into also returning Tom. Behind his icy façade Tom must have been laughing. There was no way he was getting fired, this one had Jade written all over it. But somehow it didn’t. Shugs listened to the pleas of a frankly hopeless Jade and decided that Azhar had grumbled his way through the process far enough. He got the finger and Tom and Jade returned to the house.

Azhar was disappointed and to be honest quite rightly so. On you’re Fired the group around the table sympathetically explained that Jade had won it in the boardroom and that he had not thought out a boardroom strategy, get it... no still not funny. I, though, have to question this logic. What was her boardroom play, “I’m sorry Lord Sugar I made mistakes. I have brought Tom in her when I shouldn’t have, sorry Tom, you were excellent and you sold things and you shouldn’t be here. I got confused and wasn’t prepared. I was indecisive and got the whole thing wrong. I am quite a failure.” Ok I am paraphrasing but this was her approach and I have no idea how it worked.

Worked it did and she lives to fail another day.

And so to week 8, when hopefully this blog gets back to its earlier magic. The trauma of losing Bilyana is starting to get to me, with the anticipation of her cameo return in the final week is clouding my ability to write.

Goodbye for now Friends