One of the great pleasures of a Sunday, apart from legitimately calling a Bloody Mary breakfast and eating huge hunks of gravy-drenched meat to stave off the encroaching, screeching horror of the Monday morning alarm, is the Sunday papers. And once you’ve caught up on which footballer diddled which model and at what level of satisfaction, you get to delve into the utopia of the cheaply-printed gadget catalogue; a heady world of tea-making barometers, painless nose-hair extraction and comfy, comfy slacks.
So how thrilling for us that it was flog-the-innovation week on The Apprentice. All the absurd gadgetry our tiny minds could handle, plus a massive dollop of smartly dressed squabbling pricks on the side!