Kind Of The First Obligatory GBBO One

I can’t bring myself to watch it.

We are recording it, but not tonight. We’ve chosen some weird time early in the morning to record the show.

But I can’t bring myself to watch it.

Carole’s intending to give it a go and, probably, I’ll find myself watching as well but… it’s the adverts isn’t it? That’s partly why we’re taping it, because we can then remove the annoyance of the ads by replacing it with the annoyance of fast-forwarding through the ads and then into the show itself, then trying to get back to the end of the adverts but going too far and then just saying sod it and watching the adverts anyway.

Because that’s more fun.

I don’t like Prue Leith – I’ve never warmed to her in anything she’s been passing an opinion in, whether it’s one of the Great British Menu things or, well, just anything she’s been on. And I feel that might actually hamper my enjoyment of the show. Not to mention the fact that I can’t really trust Noel Fielding to not start some riff about how a contestant is using unicorn winkies and fairy bums to make something. Because that’s what he does. He’s wacky and what-have-you.

And I’ve had a quick squizz at all the contestants and none of them leap out at me yet.

I can’t bring myself to watch it.

It just feels wrong. Even to think about it makes me feel dirty, like I’m cheating on an old friend.

I can’t bring myself to watch it…

… but I probably will.