For the record, then: I hate the intense little blonde tart with the tattooed on eyebrows - although Marcus Wareing clearly wants to fück her and will therefore let her away with murder. I also hate the private chef with the beard who likes to cook with kale and is clearly enamoured of all this Scandi cooking shíte. I want him to fall into his own sous vide machine and drown.
Beyond that, I don't care who wins.
She served a fücking banana that looked like a diseased cock and böllocks, ffs! She also failed to have the cream spurting out of the end for comic effect. She should lose for that alone. Instead, they all kissed her arse. If any restaurant tried to serve me a banana for my pudding, I'd throw it at them.
Beetroot can fück right off. Also, if I see another cünt burning a cabbage, I'm going to take to someone with a blowtorch.
I like the smell of diesel
Second to petrol
(sniff) mmmmmmmmmmm
10 characters? Pile of cund.
I did think the reaction to the chick’s dessert was a little excessive, banana and some made up product called Yuzu. She can fúck off. I don’t think she even served ice cream with it.
Essentially I think they were determined to put her through after the restaurant round and just went over the top.
Also only fair to point out Gregg Wallace, what a ****.