So I stumbled on this last night whilst blindly flicking through the channels.
I’m not a big TV watcher generally but as I flicked it on I was greeted by overtly mellow dramatic music, slow panning shots of countryside with a giant marque planted in it and slow fades between each shot. I was expecting the following scenes to reveal the aftermath of a brutal murder in a peaceful village or the discovery of an alien ship buried under the earth in the middle of a quant village green, but no. Instead the following scene revealed a 20 something PE teacher attempting to turn over a fruit and caramel tart without the filling falling out.
The music became more dramatic as a chubby bloke with a beard stumbled into shot with a mafia like ‘ Do I amuse you’ stance. I expected at this point for the murder to take place but no, instead he simply commented that ‘there was too much moisture in the bake and it really needed a bit longer in the oven’.
I then realised that this wasn’t a programme that was ever going to reveal some bloody and brutal murder with clever twists. No. this was a programme about baking cakes.
This.
Up there with Masterchef for ridiculous mock-suspense.
And don’t get me started on Nigella. Yes love, you cook nice stuff, however I don’t need to know that you stir the mixture with your tits.