Master chef the Professionals. Marcus, come and criticise our suveè.

[Fuckerysmuckeryboilsnspornery]

A week to go till we can snuggle down under a warm blanquette of jus.
What will this season fig and samphire be?

Great minds Squoosh.
Fuck me, the size of that crab!

Great minds indeed!

I'd eat all of that, every last scrap.

Sea herbs...is that samphire?
Oh don't wreck that lovely crab beard.

If I was the guy with the specs I'd get a chair, get some cutlery, sit down and scoff the crab myself as there's no way he's going through.

Back to the golf club for the beardie chap, if not back to the call centre.

That's twice this evening you have made me laugh out loud squoosh thank you!

For his age Sam has got so much experience and confidence.

You're welcome custard!

What an idiot that man Gregg is.

Japanese risotto? Oh dear.

Japanese Italian, yep that'll work.

Marcus could not be more disdainful of Beardy Man.

Squoosh made my Dh snort with laughter.
Sam richard and Geordie could be in the final and it would be tight. You reckon they might send two through?

Apple Man.

Beardy Man is the the Eddie the Eagle of the cooking world

Come on Beardy!

Another pretty obvious decision....

Bet he's a barrel of giggles.
Oh my eyes. My nn has never been so apt.

Whoops!

Here we go, some pretence that there is a tricky decision here.

Ben isn't just getting the boot, he's going to be horse whipped.

OK, no pretence in the end! Please don't do that silly pause thing.... but they can't help themselves.

There's a surprise.

See you tomorrow.

No Gregg tomorrow. Hurrah.