As a fellow anxiety sufferer I did feel sorry for her towards the end. As much as she infuriates me I don't enjoy seeing anyone visibly distressed (especially on their birthday). Having said that, she's been doing this long enough now to have either a) devised a working strategy to manage her anxiety in these situations, or b) realised that playing to an audience simply isn't for her. There's no way I could ever do a live presentation, which is why I don't accept five-figure sums of money to do just that.
My top 5 moments:
5) The raw chicken juice flying all over the shed
4) Her having to run out to grab the (pre-used) roasting tin
3) Her somehow still being 10 minutes late to a rescheduled event that she STILL wasn't 100% prepared for even once the camera was rolling
2) "No need to grate the ginger"...while grating the ginger
1) THE TAMPON PINEAPPLE
Still, nothing will ever top the first ever Hellmans shitshow in the cringe stakes: the Eye of Sauron, the constant heavy breathing, the running off screen to button herself up, spending an age tidying the shed with her back to camera (as if she'd been given ten minutes to prepare for the gig, not several weeks), the nervous babbling about spider plants...my
hole is clenching just from typing about it.