Bye bye: Well. WHAT
DRAMZ! A moment of Baked Alaskan
cray-cray saw Iain chuck his lovely sponge and lovely meringue and entirely
liquid but surely still lovely ice cream into the bin... and himself out of the
competition. We’re
all losers here: none of us will get to see Iain’s beard go “Russet Gandalf”.
Ma
Baker:
Richard edged it, in a week where no-one seemed a clear favourite (i.e., there
were no Hollywood handshakes).
Living
up to gloriously middle-class stereotype: Sue maintained full stiff upper lip as Iain
threw his produce away: “Now then, what can we do?” she bravely pondered.
NOTHING, SUE, WE CAN DO NOTHING.
WHODUNNIT: Frankly, I thought
Diana was to blame for meltgate – she seemed adamant that it was perfectly ok
to take out someone’s ice cream out from a NON-ALLOCATED freezer and just leave
it to the tropical wilds of the Bake Off tent on a hot British day. But is that the truth or some naughty editing? This had better get dissected (like coconut, right?)
in forensic detail on An Extra Slice.
Norman’s
Conquest:
STOP DOING EASY STUFF NORMAN.
Next
week:
Tarts and Vicars Week. Bring on the pies!
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