The Great British Bog Off!

I must be missing something because I'm completely and utterly immune to the lure of TV ratings winner, The Great British Bake Off.

What's so fucking great about it? A few middle-class, naval gazing, histrionic, financially comfortable types getting their hands dirty with eggs and flour, concocting Victoria sponges and a few scones every sodding week?

My Nanna was a pastry cook at Trafford Park during the post war years and you didn't see her crying like a baby over a dodgy Eccles cake or the creation of the Northern favourite Manchester Tart, (which MUST contain liberal sprinklings of coconut dontcha know?)

Now I love desserts, cakes, sweets, you name it, but I cannot get on board with this show whatsoever. To have a passion for baking, or for cooking in general, you need to have money, bags of free time and a massive kitchen with lots of expensive equipment. Any show that celebrates or endorses those that have privilege, wealth and with no other issues to distract them - well I'm not interested...in the slightest. It's merely distasteful bread and circuses in these austere times.

I saw an advert for the show other night, the host Sue commented on a cake than one of the contestants was baking. Whilst it was being finished, she uttered, "Bring on the dancing girls that are the orange segments!"

I almost put my fist through the TV screen!

How dumbed down have we become when we savour with delight the prospect of souffles not rising?! The show is as full of air as that which is inside the meringues they cook with such earnest faces!

Sorry but for me The Great British Bake Off is one big, lumpy trifle!