The Apprentice

Well seemingly my cri de coeur last week chastising people for failing to vote struck a nerve last week. Good. Art should stir the emotions. Maybe I am the Tracy Emin of the blogosphere.

And so to this week’s thought provoking piece.

Is it only I...but I think that this might be another issue for Leveson.

Do you watch The Apprentice?

Yes I know it is just another programme for fame seeking wannabees. And I do appreciate is gives a very unrealistic and unflattering view of the world of business. And yes I know Lord Sugar’s bullying hectoring and ego maniacal management style is Neolithic.

But saying all this it is fascinating how none of the fresh faced sales people who volunteer to take part in return for a ticket to fame and fortune learn the lessons from past series and each new candidate quickly loses reason and resorts to highly primitive and unsubtle backstabbing to try to claw their way to the top. Or at least to get their 15 minutes of fame as Lord Sugar’s Apprentice.

By the by it is interesting to see how few of these who win this so called coveted position are ever heard of again. We never learn just how successful they are as The Apprentice.

But I have another question which really interests me.

As we see the group gather in the Boardroom to learn their fate they all come with their trolley dolly cases, the kind that are a real health hazard when used on the streets and pavements by commuters, travellers and the like.

Now we are expected to believe that these kids are living cheek by jowl in some flash yuppie property for quite a few months. And for every task they turn up suited and booted. All this requires a wardrobe of clothes and for the women shoes, handbags, and a range of chemical and electrical enhancers.
How do they get all this into a wee trolley dolly suitcase?

Maybe it is only me but in my experience when embarking on a trip, whether for business or pleasure, for any period of time, we require to take with us a load of stuff. There is no way that these people can get all their stuff into such a wee case. You need a bigger case just to cart around all the chargers we need these days for everyday living.

This leads me to think that either their cases have been borrowed from the set of Dr Who and the principles of the Tardis have been applied to their manufacture in which case they should apply their business acumen to produce and sell these-they would go like hotcakes; or their clothes are discarded when worn; or they are badly crushed; or just like on line telephone voting for the Blue Peter cat it is rigged. If the latter I think we should let Lord Leveson know. This is not how the media ought to behave.

I will leave you to ponder.

Have a great week.

Sis felix. Et sis fortunatus.