Bumper - quite a few years ago there were three finalists.
A young cook called Digger Dean.
A motherly type from Gujarat (sp) called Daksha.
And a sweaty old man who brown-nosed French style cooking called Peter.
Now Peter sweated in the most stomach churning manner. He was constantly late on every task, in team efforts he would stand back and let the other member/s fall on the sword while he sailed through. In the final he was 10 minutes late thus putting every other person's timing off.
Daksha tried her hand at European cooking. Dean tried his hand at all sorts. Peter gave the same constant French crap that he'd have practised to death, never tried one single different method.
Peter won, despite being last in everything. The BBC forum was lit up by outraged viewers who wondered why he won (despite the fact he very obviously sucked up to the French chef he worked for in one of the competitions.) Then his step-daughter came on - she let on she worked as a tv producer and the penny dropped.
Dean and Daksha - it was a two horse race between them. Suddenly it was clear they never had a chance.