Another day alone - made all the more apparent by the fact that I'm making less and less imaginative lunches for myself. It hardly seems worthwhile concocting anything particularly exciting, since I won't be surprising or delighting anyone in particular. I actually go out of my way most of the time to avoid seeing what K's putting in my sandwiches, just to heighten that 1pm sense of the unknown (though really I'm rarely absolutely astonished. One day she'll put crab paste or - more likely - nothing in my lunchtime rolls and really surprise me). Am I too well looked after? Almost certainly.
Tonight I finish off the sad remnants of last night's dinner and watch a bit of TV. Excitingly, the new series of The Apprentice starts tonight - a show I regularly enjoy (though I missed the uninspiring Junior Apprentice earlier this year), mainly because it's fascinating watching people around my age who are motivated so differently in life. These people actually believe in "business" and "success" and consider themselves to be great "salespeople", when they are almost always complete tossers. Clueless, arrogant, oblivious and obnoxious, they make for great telly and tonight's opening episode doesn't disappoint. The task involves making and selling sausages on the street - affording young berks like Stuart Baggs the opportunity to aggresively and charmlessly berate passers-by while being berated himself by self-styled management genius Dan for the entire day. The world view of these people is so completley alien to mine that I can't tear my eyes away, and Lord Sugar's boardroom scene is as enjoyable as ever, if only because it's delightful seeing the pricks taken down a peg or two. Schadenfreude makes amazing TV.
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