Keep your rejects

I’ve figured it out.

Rachel and Roula must have been knock backs from series 5 of The Bachelor.

Makes perfect sense.

They can’t cook and they are catty as anything. Just over the top snarly witches.

Rachel needs to go back to school to learn how to be an adult and Roula needs to do a year in prison to learn how to shut her mouth.

If the bachelor wouldn’t take them, why the hell would channel 7 snatch them up?


But seriously, if they were too bitchy for the bachelor, channel 7, probably don’t put them on a family cooking show.

Too far MKR

Could not have been more excited for the season premiere of My Kitchen Rules last night.

Could not have been more disappointed at the end of episode 1.

What is happening MKR?

It seems they producers have completely forgotten the show’s original concept of being an “Australian competitive cooking show” and flipped it around to be more of a brutal cat fight showdown.


Do the contestants even have to cook at auditions anymore?

Ask anyone who watched it and the first thing brought up will be the botched sisters who Id consider cannibals if they were served up fish for a main, or the snappy besties who don’t eat fried foods because they like to look good. I mean, everybody else on the table ate those fried dumplings and they all looked pretty damn good to be.

No one would bring up the boys who actually cooked, the scores they received or any kitchen disasters.


These snappy women are just acting like children on TV. I mean, I love a bit of bitchiness but this is too much!

Get back to the fun couples, the goofy besties and the mum and daughter duos so we can actually smile throughout the show over awkward moments and stovetop disasters rather then making us contemplate switching over to Im a Celebrity get me out of here!

Dont make me do it Channel 7!

We want to fall in love with these people, not throw remotes at them.

I mean alternatively, I could get a life I guess. But when your single, if you don’t have a husband to come home to, you gotta look to the next best thing and well the gelato shop down the road shuts at 6pm.


One of these days

One of these days there will be a tennis player named Daniel Smith.

I’m fairly certain my children will all have names with 9 consonants in a row and at least one X and one Z in both the first and surnames.

I’ll be that mum in the stands, cheering my baby on in a Ralph Lauren dress with a glass of Dom Perignon. Okay bottle. A bottle.

I’m also open to marrying one of the players.

One can only hope.

I ain’t won yet

I got a bit over excited last month when the Sunrise Cash Cow jackpot hit $90,000 and sent about 75 texts for entry.

Not knowing the additional charges are not included in phone caps.

I don’t know why I suddenly applied when it hit the $90 k either. It’s not like I wouldn’t be thrilled with the usual $10k.

But anyways, I learnt the hard way about the costs when my phone bill had an excess of $100.

Dear Sunrise,

We haven’t won yet.


Viewer robbed of $100.

(It’s ok. I don’t like smashed avocado anyways.)