You’re Hired

The third series of The Apprentice drew to a close last night. Lucy Mangan sums up the finale very well. I see that the same thought struck her about Simon’s design for a building – as soon as I saw it, I said out loud: "Er, excuse me, but the new iconic building landmark for London appears to be a set of dancing dildoes…" Shows what little appreciation Lucy and I have of the finer points of architecture.

 

I really thought (again, like Lucy) that Kristina was going to win. She managed her team far better, and the building design was less unfortunate than Simon’s. But Sir Alan didn’t get to where he is today by being predictable – for some unfathomable reason he still picked Simon.

 

Although the Wicked Witch of the West, a.k.a. Katie Hopkins, wasn’t present in the teams helping the two finalists, she was present in the studio audience in the post-mortem programme afterwards. Somehow, given the strong whiff of sulphur that attends her presence, I don’t think throwing a bucket of water over her would be efficacious in the slightest, much as I would like to do so. She was as unrepentant as ever. I still can’t make out whether she’s acting, or whether she really is a psychopath. Whatever; I never, ever, want to be in the same room as her.

 

And so, the circus has left town. But never fear, The Apprentice will be back for a fourth series. Already, the hopeful candidates are signing up. Human nature never changes.