Reality check time, folks.
I saw an episode of The Apprentice t'other day. The entire premise of this series pivots on the notion that I should be impressed by Alan Sugar. I am not.
Alan Sugar presides over a business empire worth an estimated 700million quid. Despite this, he goes to work everyday and wears a cheap suit. Perhaps its an expensive suit, but on him it looks cheap.
If I was worth 700million quid, I would not be sat in an office wearing a suit. I'd be Paul McCartney. (By the way, Paul McCartney is about the most radical, diverse and interesting pop star out there right now, what does that tell you?)
Alan Sugar is a waste of time. A waste of space. A waste of energy. A waste of a cheap suit. He doesn't HAVE to do it at all. He's rich. That means he's just PLAYING. He's taking the piss. Fuck Alan Sugar, piss-taking waster suit-wearing playboy arsehole. Fuck The Apprentice, the losers that are on it, and the sad buggers that watch it, including me (once, and only once).
Get real. Get rid of this homogenised shit. Stop eating out of plastic. Fall in love, get your fragile little hearts broken, live your fucking lives a bit before its too late. And - most importantly of all - fuck Alan Sugar. He's the scumbag that ruined Sinclair, after all.