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GBBO 2016: Volume One (24.08.16)


It’s hard to believe that it’s Great British Bake Off season again, but it is.

It only seems like a couple of months ago that we were rooting for that one who made the cakes, and the other who was good at making pastry. Then there was the guy who…I don’t know…was on the Bake Off, do you remember? To be honest, outside of Nadiya and Tamal, it’s all a bit of a blur. Still, before long we will have learnt all of the 2016 series’ contestants and be choosing our favourites.

I’m known for tweeting along with the programme, and today's no exception. See below for what I posted while watching tonight’s show, after rushing back to my Edinburgh digs to catch the beginning. See you for next week’s instalment; same time, same place.
 

8:05pm: Val: "Retired grandmother?"

8:06pm: Mary's hair helmet resembles an early Thatcher barnet.

8:07pm: Was it just perspective, or did Michael have a massive pencil?

8:09pm: Quite tart? Likes the flavour of a Cox? So it begins...

8:10pm: Candice has the cackle of the Wicked Witch of the West.

8:11pm: "she's been making her drizzle cake since her children were little". That's a loooooong bake.

8:14pm: Paul Hollywood's piercing blue eyes can see through walls.

8:15pm: Everyone keeps talking about drizzle like it's a thing.

8:16pm: One of those sponges just resembled Zippy's head.

8:17pm: WHY IS ZIPPY'S HEAD ON THIS?

8:18pm: Put your drizzle shizzle on.

8:21pm: Jane is Una Stubb's long lost sister.

8:22pm: I'd like to see a Paul Hollywood and Selasi Stare-off.

8:25pm: I do like a laminated recipe.

8:27pm: Abandoned ship? abandoned sh*t.

8:29pm: If only someone had brought a packet of Jaffa cakes with them. Opportunity missed.

8:30pm: I like the Mount Rushmore-like baker shots.

8:34pm: Paul Hollywood: the Man in the Mirror-glaze.

8:35pm: Selasi didn't have that accent on day one.

8:37pm: Mary Berry Disapproving Gaze #1.

8:38pm: Thirty-eight minutes into episode one and Candice already irritates me beyond belief.

8:39pm: The green mirror glaze one is worthy of Percy in Blackadder II.

8:42pm: Val's on day release.

8:47pm: What needs is a pantomime slosh scene.

8:50pm: "What's that, Selasi? Somebody's stuck down a well?"

8:52pm: Every year, puts vibraphone, xylophone and glockenspiel players back in business.

8:57pm: Lee is Alexander Armstrong's dad.
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