So, when the chips are down, it’s Howard left looking like a spud. I kinda feel sorry for Howard actually - he’s nowhere near as dim or demonic as some of the other candidates. To me, it seemed like Sir Alan only gave him the boot because trusty sidekick Nick piped-up and described him as a wet lettuce.

Nick also leapt passionately to Lorraine’s defence when it looked like she was about to be tossed to the lions. It was the most outspoken that Nick had been in ages - I wonder what Howard did to him when the cameras weren’t rolling?

Anyway farewell Howard, thanks for being so wonderfully well organised.

And then there were five. Four women and a James. Based on the look on James’s excited little face when he found out he was actually on the winning team for a change, he deserves to go all the way.

Unfortunately, I get the feeling that the ladies are gonna rip him to shreds like Girls Aloud fighting over a carrot stick. Especially that Debra. Although, she did seem to enjoy those tie-dye ponchos quite a lot, so maybe she’s a laid back hippy now.

Can’t wait for next week: bring on the scary interviews…

Words: David Levin