So this morning I was watching something on C4, probably Frasier, when at the end of the programme the continuity announcer informed us that later this evening is the start of a super new series (note, not a one-off but a whole f**king series) about the life of cake maker Paul Hollywood. My ears started bleeding.
Well it’s some time since I’ve done a posting; we’re just so busy at the moment. And I’m getting more tired in the evenings these days – and to think I used to do all my blog postings after 10pm! That’s getting older for you. Anyway it’s Bake Off on the tv and whilst I don’t mind the women on the show I just can’t take to a man who clearly spends hours on his appearance and then talks earnestly about pastry-making and fairy cake textures (which I’ve written about before here https://pastapaulie.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=6753&action=edit and here https://pastapaulie.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=4607&action=edit) The bloke needs to take off his apron and ditch the boyish hair gel and get a job where there are some other men involved. He’s a hairdresser with a bottle of bicarb of soda rather than pair of scissors in his hands. Sorry ladies but he drives me nuts. Continue reading
Well regular readers may recall a posting I did fairly recently on that podgy cup cake, Paul Hollywood, co-host of the Great British Bake Off. Here’s the link if you didn’t see it then:
It’s a dry and witty read of course but mostly it’s cutting as I can’t take easily to a 47 year old man whose twin passions are a) cake-making and b) his bloody appearance. He should have the words ‘sponsored by VO5 extreme gel wax’ etched onto his forehead. There’s just something deeply unappealing and untrustworthy about a long-term married man whose grooming regime would make Liberace blush. And wouldn’t you know it, he’s only gone and run off with his co-presenter on the American version of the show 34 year old Marcela Valladolid. You could have knocked me over with some choux pastry when I read those headlines. Who’da thunk it eh? I kinda knew all that styling mousse wasn’t for Mary Berry’s benefit. Talk about having your cake and wanting to eat some muffin on the side. I wonder what the missus said when Paul offered her this tiny peace offering? Oh I wish I’d been there:
I need to get a new posting up on the site. Despite writing like the original grumpy old man I somehow seem to have acquired a decent audience amongst female readers and if I do a football posting, like the last one, my visitor numbers dip alarmingly. It’s a shame because I’m a passionate footie fan but clearly the views of ex-pro pundits and on dedicated football sites are far more interesting. Fair enough so it’s back to metrosexual subjects and today’s is baking. Ooh controversial. Continue reading