It’s been a long time since our ‘tribe’ was unanimous in its desire to sit down together in front of a single TV programme. However, last night heralded the arrival of 2009’s rendition of Sid James’s “The Apprentice”.

It’s gripping and yet intensely infuriating at the same time.

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Men of my age, though generally mild-mannered (even Mrs C will back that up! ) are driven to the point of absolute rage by that bunch of self-centred, gangly wannabes. I felt myself wanting to get onto my feet and shout at the screen when four supposedly aspirational high-flyers were trying to wash a car. I mean for heaven’s sake, what hope does this country have if this is the creme de la creme?

Were we ever that bad? Did our attitudes ever scour the same depths that theirs do?

I endorse entrepreneurial spirit wholeheartedly, and to repeatedly refer to these people as entrepreneurs is a travesty! If they are entrepreneurs, why on earth do they want to work for Sid and not themselves anyway?

The most entertaining part of the whole programme is Nick and Margaret, who never fail to make me smile with their dry wit and beautifully cutting one-liners. 

I remember clearly those days when I was in a managerial position of authority and seeing what I saw last night, I would have taken great pleasure in pointing out some of the errors of their ways in my most un-subtle manner.  However, I now work for myself and I neither have to boss anyone around nor have to be bossed, so I’ll keep my nose out.

Can’t wait to bellow abuse at them next week now.  Wish me luck?

N