The Tv Programme I Hate

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‘MasterChef’ returns to our screens, and the nation sign up to be patronised as they eulogies over parsnip foam... If I had my way, I would ban cookery shows once and for all. Too many celebrity chefs giving the viewers at home delusions of grandeur. Now a days, every pub with a set of matching placemats can rebrand itself a 'gastro pub', because the guy in the kitchen spent one lonely evening learning to make spun sugar. And then there are the chefs themselves. During my student years, I spent many of my school holidays working as a waitress in various of different restaurants. Although the star ratings may have varied, there was always one constant-obnoxious chef who had vast anger management issues that they would make Gordon Ramsey seem like a reasonable employer. Somehow, the programmes on TV manage to come across even worse. Even Jamie Oliver, who normally acts as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth (probably because there’s no room in there), shouts and swears like the police chief in an eighties mis-matched cop thriller. When they’re not driving their kitchen porters to self-harm with a butter curler, they’re trying to convince us that all that fussy perfectionism is just a ruse. As if the schedules weren’t already overrun by egotistical pan-flingers, 'MasterChef' returns to our screens for its eighth series. Once again, John and Gregg are on the lookout for a new telegenic dictator, willing to torture the kitchen staff with a crème brûlée blowtorch. Having sifted through thousands of applicants, there are 24 finalists left to compete for 12 ‘MasterChef’ aprons. Seems like a lot of fuss for something you could pick up for a fiver in Lakeland. Firstly, eight contestants have ten minutes to pick a selection of ingredients from a neat little larder that has been set up at the front of the room. It is a tiny little Tesco, but without the
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