Well last night I watched Maggie and Simon cook all manner of things I never want to eat. I’m not enthused about the idea of kangaroo and I don’t like seafood (except for fish and chips) so the cockles were less than appealing. Don’t get me wrong I quite enjoy Maggie and Simon for their odd couple style. But once, just once, I want them to show us a dish that fails, something that tastes yuck, that they spit back into their hands in disgust. Please…..

And then, came 7pm. BL time everyone. Start jogging. Bob and Nathan were helicoptered to Fitzroy Island with the Commando. He did a LOT of SHOUTING. They had to carry five weeks of supplies to their BEACH CABIN. It was shabby surfer CHIC this time, instead of five star luxury. Bob looked VERY TIRED. GO BOB….you can do it. Meanwhile back at the ranch, Cameron spent most of the hour CRYING. PLEASE STOP THIS CAMERON. It’s very annoying. His WIFE arrived. It was like Jack Sprat and his wife except the other way round. Also visiting was his OTHER DAUGHTER. She looked nothing like either of them. ANYWAY, we had to endure lots of whiny commentary from Cameron as he and his wife had a ROMANTIC dinner of what looked like a platter of WATERMELON. Also Sharif dobbed in Cam and Sam for their POOR NUTRITIONAL CHOICES. Michelle got MAD AT THEM. And then everyone trained with two members of the Sydney Swans, one of whom was BIG BARRY HALL, the other of which I did not know and can’t REMEMBER their name. Oh and the temptation was eating fortune cookies. BORING. That will not prevent me from TUNING IN this evening.

Then I watched the Lawrence Leung: Choose your own adventure. Lawrence plays himself as a nerd/geek guy. (I don’t know if I’m spelling Lawrence correctly but can’t be bothered to look it up. Apologies Lawrence). This adventure involved Lawrence trying to track down the girl he had a crush on in Grade 3. It was sweet and gentle, yet incisively critical of modern dating charlatans and charades. Those American dating experts were creepy and scary. Angela, the girl in question was a good sport when confronted by Lawrence and his guitar, singing her a love song. Lawrence’s parents were cute as well, telling him like it is. Next week Lawrence becomes a rock star. I, for one, am looking forward to that.