despite ridiculous travel issues last night managed to make it to my friend’s 27th birthday party which was actually really nice, and the tone of surprise but also happiness when I rang the bell was lovely. On the way there a kind of dodgy-looking man asked for my number, and I have never been happier to be able to say, actually I’m fleeing the country on monday, so no. And later on after a few beers one of the middle-aged guys from choir kind of propositioned me, which was agh not great. It’s weird when you know that someone fancies you but it’s never made explicit and then when it is you’re just like, balls. yeah well there you go.
I’m not generally an anxious person, but I generally always feel pretty worried/stressed before meeting up with my vague friends/acquaintances from choir over here, and I literally don’t know why. It takes me so much time to work up the balls to go and socialise and I’m pretty sure it’s like 90% because of the whole still feeling slightly inadequate when speaking german thing, but it’s weird and annoying nonetheless. But yeah, need to get my arse in gear and go to a lovely person’s birthday party that I am flattered I got an invite to.
So I have some thoughts on the silly little baking program that is ‘Great British Bake Off’ and what went on in yesterday’s episode.
For anyone who has their life in order and doesn’t feel the need to watch shows in which amateur bakers compete for nothing but the title of star baker in a tent in the English countryside, basically in last night’s episode, it appeared that an (up until that point) harmless and lovely old lady took another guy’s ice-cream out of the freezer remarking “well you’ve got your own freezer haven’t you” when he came round to find it on the counter rather than in the freezer. This then led to him having a bit of a break down, and deciding to throw his cake in the bin and then leave the tent, only to return, presenting said bin to the judges.
This led twitter users everywhere to the logical conclusion that Diana had committed sabotage, and that it was unfair of Iain, who “chivalrously” took the entire blame for the whole affair and then ended up being sent home for not presenting anything.
Now when I watched this, initially I too was shocked at Diana taking his ice-cream out of the fridge, but as the episode continued I wondered why there had been no big bust-up between the two- clearly either it hadn’t been shown (unlikely-that would have been TV Gold surely), or there was no big bust-up, because there was no big-sabotage.
Following the masses of abuse that was aimed at this 69 year old WI member on twitter, Paul Hollywood, Sue Perkins, other competitors, and even Iain himself spoke up to clear up the fact that the ice cream was out of the freezer for all of half a minute- a fact not made clear in the program, which would have you believe that it had been languishing there for half an hour, allowed to melt, when in reality, it had never actually frozen in the first place.
Diana herself has been on the radio to clear the air, a tearful granny having to explain herself and utterly overwhelmed by the amount of vehemence that has been directed her way, feeling that she has been “stitched up”.
And that’s the point isn’t it? We have all been stitched up by whoever edited that fucking episode. I get it, that’s what happens with “reality” TV. Editors edit and slice until there’s enough drama to raise the number of viewers, regardless of the truth of the situation, or the amount of people who are shit on in order to present this pseudo-dramatic scene. But honestly, this is a tactic I didn’t really expect of a BBC1 show about BAKING. I wouldn’t mind, but the Bake Off has surpassed all expectations of how successful a TV show it would be. In its 5th season, and now on BBC1 instead of BBC2, it’s doing really remarkably well. And I think one of the reasons for this, is that the dramatic aspects are (usually) silly and inconsequential. Oh dear, one of the biscuits fell on the floor, the tart’s got a soggy bottom, they put salt in, instead of sugar etc etc. But we like that. The BBC did not need to pull shit like this in order to get us watching- we’re hooked already- we care a lot about these people who are just normal like us, who fuck up their key-lime pies, but can make a mean chocolate brownie.
I lost a lot of respect for the Bake Off last night. I didn’t sign up for the X-Factor of baking with manipulated footage designed purely to get the show trending on twitter. I signed up for a light-hearted, dumb-ass, innuendo-laden show in which innocent little grannies are allowed to remain as such.
Jesus fucking christ
Great British Bake Off was bloody intense this episode!
The possible Iain/Diana ice-cream sabotage was like the Howard/Deborah custard debacle on acid.
why do we care so much about people making cake
Just spent the past half hour or so working out the piano chords to the song I wrote, which my flatmate is playing. It sounds way better with a piano accompaniment, and it’s so nice to hear it the way I would have written it in the first place, were I able to play the piano. He’s currently practising and singing along and it’s very very cute.