Great British Bake Off final shows how British brains have turned into a great big squishy Victoria sponge

I do sometimes wonder about the collective intelligence of the British public (I once turned down a job at the Mirror so that shows what a snob I am) but the Great British Bake Off on the BBC takes the biscuit.
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Tonight’s winner was one Nancy Birtwhistle whose fancy cake (which tasted wonderful, I’m sure) was marginally less tasteless in concept than those supplied by her two male co-finalists. But anyone who cooked/baked these horrible things in real life should probably be sectioned.

And this show was, probably, watched by more Brits than any other TV presentation this year; including the almost equally ghastly X Factor and Strictly Come Dancing.

But what a load of tosh it is. One presenter, Paul Hollywood (above), who keeps getting into trouble through his liking for the girls, could be a Jack Barclay salesman if he bought a decent suit. As it is he wears his shirts out of his trousers long after a middle-aged man should.

Co-host Mary Berry (she’s the other one) has been knocking out cookery books since, well, post-war rationing and she no doubt knows how to construct a Victoria sponge. But to be a TV mega-star?

So why was I watching it? Too difficult..I’ll let you know later.

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