OPINION
"Money becomes insane," observed D.H. Lawrence, "and people with it." The great sex pest of Nottingham was a visionary. He saw the future. He watched The Apprentice New Zealand before it was ever made. Monday night's penultimate episode of the reality TV show in which grasping Kiwis debase themselves for the price of a $50,000 investment was a portrait of madness.
Gosh, it made for good viewing. The final three contestants revealed their business plan before a panel of three rich people called Sam, Mike, and Anna. The rich, as ever, are different from you and I; they're barely human. The panel were like machines. To be precise, they were terminators. They rolled over the bones of the three contestants and crushed them into fine powder.
It was staggering to realise that each contestant – he-man Michael, beautiful Vanessa, Stephen with the staring eyes – had made it to this point of the series with such lame business plans. What were they thinking? As ever with that question, the answer was: They hadn't been thinking.
