By ROSIE WATERLAND
First shock of the night: We do not open on a shot of Tim contemplating life at the beach. THERE IS NO BEACH-THINKING. How will he know which girls to choose if he hasn’t looked into the horizon without his shirt on?
Wait – nobody panic. He’s doing his thinking sitting at a piano today. Phew.
Let’s get started.
Group date this week is at a farm. The editors have tried to manufacture some drama by pretending Penny is the only one not invited to the group date. Serious music. Close-ups. Crazy eyes. Smug glances… Just jokes! She is coming you guys! Can’t believe we spent two minutes of the show devoted to that when we could have just been watching the night-cam of Ali screaming Tim’s name in her sleep.
We’re at the farm. This week’s Tim is ‘Rugged Tim’. He tries to redeem himself after the dead monk incident last week by attempting another joke: “There may be some romance in the air… Or that could just be the smell of manure.”
ZING! He’ll be here all week – don’t forget to try the buffet.