Post by muz on Mar 27, 2008 15:24:28 GMT
What an annoying load of flumps that lot were then. If I was Mr Sugar (don't call anyone Sir) I'd have sacked half the womens' team, and the whole load of floppy haired public schoolboys from the blokes' side.
If they're supposed to be the cream of modern management types then I reckon no-one in here has anything to worry about, as each and every one of us should be able to walk into the CEO position of any company we fancy! Pah!
For anyone who didn't see it - they were basically each given £500 of fresh fish, a stall, an identification book, a list of wholesale prices, and a whole day to sell it all and make a profit. The girls made around £150 and the blokes (who didn't bother turning up until noon) a paltry £30, which wouldn't have bought one of their annoying Oxbridge ties they insisted on wearing.
Both teams were awful, and possessed no organisational skills whatsoever, but the blokes just nipped in by a short head in the stupidity stakes. At the end of the day, the girls sold their remaining fish to a restaurant. The blokes sold there's to ........... a firm of solicitors. True, I'm not making it up. The negotiating went well too.
"How much?"
"£130"
"We'll give you £50"
"How about £100 then?"
"Nah, £50"
"Can you stretch to £55?"
"Nah, £50"
"OK then."
Gawd knows if my blood pressure can stand another episode.
Mrs Muz says "I don't know why you watch it. All you do is sit and shout at the telly!" - she's got a point.
If they're supposed to be the cream of modern management types then I reckon no-one in here has anything to worry about, as each and every one of us should be able to walk into the CEO position of any company we fancy! Pah!
For anyone who didn't see it - they were basically each given £500 of fresh fish, a stall, an identification book, a list of wholesale prices, and a whole day to sell it all and make a profit. The girls made around £150 and the blokes (who didn't bother turning up until noon) a paltry £30, which wouldn't have bought one of their annoying Oxbridge ties they insisted on wearing.
Both teams were awful, and possessed no organisational skills whatsoever, but the blokes just nipped in by a short head in the stupidity stakes. At the end of the day, the girls sold their remaining fish to a restaurant. The blokes sold there's to ........... a firm of solicitors. True, I'm not making it up. The negotiating went well too.
"How much?"
"£130"
"We'll give you £50"
"How about £100 then?"
"Nah, £50"
"Can you stretch to £55?"
"Nah, £50"
"OK then."
Gawd knows if my blood pressure can stand another episode.
Mrs Muz says "I don't know why you watch it. All you do is sit and shout at the telly!" - she's got a point.
