Now that it's all over (until next year), some observations:
BBC, if you take any notice of us at all, PUHLEEESE do not change the format. No celebrity bake-offs. No phone-in voting. Keep to exactly the same thing, except for different bakers.
What I really loved about the show (apart from SIlver Fox and Squirrel Nuts) was its assumption that life could still turn around the importance of having standards: politeness, good-humour, generosity, supportiveness, stiff-upper-lippedness, and modesty. That's why Holly is so awful. Thatcher's Child amidst lovely, warm women, all of whom I wish could be my aunties.
Yeah, Jo was a little bit 'I'm just an ickle housewife', but in the end it was either her or Mary-Anne.
And way back when, did anybody ever not want the young Adonis jim-Morrison-lookalike to just pull his trousers up? Yes, ladies, I know that many of you wanted to pull them down, but some one should tell the silly boy that he looks stupid with his jeans around his knees.