This week, I mourned the loss of my all-time favourite reality TV contestant.
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Victorian "bachelor" Harry Curtis was eliminated from My Kitchen Rules, along with best mate Christo, basically because they couldn't tell toast from tofu.
I think one of their mates must have dared them to go on a cooking show and they spent five minutes reading Cooking for Dummies before the audition. (Actually, I reckon Harry wrote the book.)
This, after all, is the guy who upended a shopping trolley full of groceries racing it around a carpark, sliced and diced most of his digits, swiped a carton of eggs off a kitchen bench from sheer over-excitement and nearly cremated himself with a blow torch trying to make creme brulee.
It was like taking Mr Bean's Australian love child, mixing him with a labrador and giving it very hot and sharp things to play with.
It was ratings gold - especially when you throw in a couple of good-looking Tasmanian girls that made Harry flex his pecs every time he wasn't burning something. Which wasn't often.
(The show makes a point of playing up the relationship between Harry and Bianca but my inside mail is Christo actually beat him to the Apple Isle stunner.)
My second favourite couple this season is Greek twins Helena and Vicki, who claim to have two bodies but only one brain. I'm not sure if they have half each or one just calls dibs for the day.
But, while they may not be the sharpest tools in the knifeblock they seem to be very down-to-earth. They just need to step away from the red lipstick every now and again.
And, of course, the couple I love to hate are WA's Chloe and Kelly.
It's like Mean Girls with meat mallets. If they spent less time backstabbing the other contestants and more time perfecting their open crab lasagne they'd be one of the favourites.
But for now, it's a race between Queensland surfer dad Paul (who bears a remarkable resemblance to a certain Ballarat builder) and Blair, South Australian mums Jessica and Bree and Tassie cuties Thalia and Bianca.
My money is on the mums but I wouldn't be surprised if the dads ride a culinary wave all the way in.