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You can't go wrong with a bemused horse. Ask any reality television producer. A cutaway to a shot of a bemused horse is always an absolute winner.

The look of bemusement on a placid horse's face, when cut to after a furious bout of frenetic energy, wholesale panic and people being vile to one another, is a guaranteed change in energy and pace. It says 'as this lot show themselves up for your entertainment, the world continues to turn'.

Last night there were two bemused horses in the second episode of the Junior Apprentice - separated by time and location but aligned in bemusement at the antics of our young hopefuls - as they set about designing, prototyping and pitching camping equipment. We even got a bemused llama into the bargain.

It was Zoe Plummer who answered the futuristic telephone this week, spying through her bleary-eyed haze a rack of Wellington Boots as she was commanded to rally the troops and prepare them for mud. 'Guys! Isle of Dogs, Isle of Dogs!' she commanded, jaunting from room-to-room and waking up her housemates. 'We all love dogs, now go back to sleep' nobody replied, the girls instead busying themselves with hair straighteners and make-up whilst Tim Ankers trialled tiny waistcoats with Rhys.

En route to a meeting with Alan (from their glamorous Islington pad to the unfortunately-monickered Mudchute in one morning - some descent) the group's Delboy, Adam flagged himself up as a budding misogynist, stating that 'men are better at business because of their physical capabilities', and instantaneously the seasoned viewer could see his statement was going to bite him on the bottom. And it did. No sooner had he put himself up as Project Manager for the all-boy team than Lord Sugar swapped the Team Leaders over, meaning he was now going to have to lead from the front whilst working with a pack of gnashing and snarling future ball-breakers. Meanwhile, Hannah - last week's quiet one who's apparently got a great invention she can't share with us - led the boys and could be seen swooning over Tim Akners the minute she stepped within five yards of his hirsute presence.

Brainstorming got off to a pretty positive start for Hannah and her chaps. Despite the inventor having little to offer beyond a Table-In-A-Bag (she presumably works better alone), Ankers was running on 'some kind of energy pill' according to Nick Hewer, who must have seen him wolfing down Ritalin over breakfast. Ankers went for festival equipment and the others followed suit, as they prepared to make a sledge-on-a-rope. You know - for lugging your festival crap about with when you're at a festival? Through the mud and the forest of legs. Uber-practical.

Things weren't so harmonious for Adam and the girls. A boy at that difficult age in his adolescence, Adam's response when surrounded by an assembly of attractive and assertive young women was too babble incoherently, throwing himself haphazardly at speech like a moth at a lightbulb, occasionally forming words but, in the main, only managing syllables and apologies as the girls sneered their disapproval. With only Hibah's idea for a games table on the proverbial table at this point, they were about to go into their focus group unprepared.

Arjun and Rhys went to talk to some trendy Brighton-based, festival-going parents, and surprisingly managed to get through the conversation without vomiting hard all over the coffee-shop nightmare where this meeting was going on. Their feedback was positive, which cheered the stone-faced boys who sat with their hands by their sides, looking at their arms as though they'd never seen them before. But where their feedback was strong, Adam's ladies were letting the side down, pushing a games-table at some disgruntled campers who clearly weren't interested, until being forced to reply in the positive by Zoe's bullying maelstrom of recommendation. 'Yes, I think your idea for a games table is a good one, now - please - don't hurt the children'.

When meeting the Designers with partner in crime Emma, Adam eventually settled on a shoe-rack storage system with a top-level games-board, made out of reinforced cardboard. Read that sentence again, and see if you can guess who lost this week's episode.

Designed in a last minute scramble, Adam barely had time to brief the blueprint-men as he was too busy trying to stop his resolve being broken by Hibah and Zoe who were, by now, loving winding him up on his Blackberry - his response to their every call: 'Yeah bu… we can't…. I wuh…what is…. have you…. I'M IN A MEETING', followed by a clumsy hang up. When their shoebox party-table arrived the next day, the look of desolation on his team's collective face was a picture Adam ignored, instead favouring outright optimism as he reminded everyone present of the pain of a muddied tent, trying the unit out and undoing his laces with faux-sincere eagerness. Plummer looked on, disdainfully and Hibah chuckled at what she clearly perceived to be a silly little boy. Sadly, the shoe fitted.

Time to take some snaps of the items for promotional material, and Hibah was keen to get the ideal shot as she travelled with Adam, whose sheepskin coat was really pushing his market-trader status. 'We've got to get this photo shooted!' cried Hibah, as Adam bragged that he went camping, what? Twice a year?

But it turned out he went camping twice last year, and those are the only times he's ever been camping. He admitted it himself as he attempted desperately to erect an eight man-hoarding, with Hibah moaning just out of shot, doing anything she could not to help. The models they were meant to be shooting looked on, vaguely amused, but shivering with cold. Failing to get the tent off the ground, they opted to shoot their cardboard monstrosity on the crumpled flysheet - an open air tent clearly representing a staggering innovation to their young and fertile minds.

No such problems for Hannah and Ankers, who by now had sidelined Rhys and Arjun to the point where this was now Team Hannankers, the two quiet ones forced to watch the budding romance from the sidelines. When they were called to action, it was a last minute thing, with Rhys summoned to help with speech-writing and Arjun's hand forced as the poor mite was made to carry out all three pitches, solo, with no preparation or revision time.

Arjun's first pitch was a bit of a mess, and his second was hit by some harsh criticism. 'Believe it or not' said the lady from Marshmallow, the trendy camping shop, 'many festival-goers are 30-somethings like myself'. She was criticising the fact that the sledge looked a little childish, somewhat pretentiously, and Arjun stuttered and stalled. But by his final pitch, he was flying.

Unlike Zoe. Tasked with the job of pitching the shoebox-board game by Adam because she's 'good at talking', she was headstrong but clearly blagging her way through, even cracking up at her own pitch at points. 'But it's made of cardboard' pointed out one particularly harsh member of her audience. 'REINFORCED cardboard', she snapped back, furiously.

By the time we got to the boardroom, with the products awaiting both teams on Alan's table, the Flex & Store was close to collapse. As was Adam. Its cardboard middle was sagging under it's own weight and the market trader's modest claim that it could easily last you four or five days was already outing itself as overstatement. Some early criticism was aimed at the Slide-Stuff, though it was obvious they were going to coast it. Ankers came in for the biggest pummeling, with Nick telling him he'd 'ducked' the pitching effort like a coward, causing Arjun to smile for the first time in two episodes.

They managed a whopping 3,100 sales, and Tim confidently boasted 'we made you some money there, Lord Sugar'. That's great, kid - but don't get cocky.

With no sales to their names whatsoever, it was down to Adam to choose who to make up his extras in the firing line trio. He took an age to decide, picking Zoe out for her excellence in the task, then bizarrely also picking her out as a potential loser. The audience at home, Lord Sugar and Zoe herself were all confused by his judgment, but he returned flanked by the Plummer and also by Hibah, who he'd still not forgiven for exposing his lack of camping experience.

When it came to the crunch, Adam's passionate and utterly incoherent self-defence was impressive for its self-belief, if nothing else. But who could suppress a snigger when he told of how he'd poured his life-savings into his business? A total of £17.46 one presumes - a small fortune for a nipper. But it was enough to keep his head above water and he survived, as Hibah was judged to be slightly too evasive when it came to taking responsibility. Down the whirlpool of evacuation she went, whilst one of the real culprits - Emma 'Ms. Cardboard' Walker as Nick had it - swam free.

I particularly enjoyed the caption that flashed up describing Ms. Cardboard earlier in the show, to give us an understanding of her prodigious business talents.

'Emma Walker, 16. Sells eggs and sweets'.

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