I don't know if it's a sign of a successful TV programme that you can't actually be in the room when it's on.
The Apprentice can sometimes be watched from between fingers , sometimes from behind the sofa. This week it was from the other room. Sound but no picture. Even then there's no getting away from the screeching, squealing and shouting. I am practising punching the air right now and apart from the gentle flapping of a bingo wing ,it is a silent happening and as the oldest of the 'candidates' is only 36 I can't see how this would be an issue for them. Unbelievably they even managed to make the Marrakesh souk seem subdued in comparison.
I can only venture back in when I hear Margaret's stern but soothing tones.
As Jennifer said in a programme where confusion over religious definitions kept everyone as busy as the task -' can we all say a Hail Mary'. I think they may have been putting the batteries in a mosque shaped alarm clock at the time but I couldn't say for sure as I was in the other room.
