Carl, what were you thinking?

As Monica put it last night, on Professional Masterchef.

What were you thinking?

Poor Carl, his last chance at the fine-dining saloon,
His last bite at the vinegar steeped roasted cherry, gone.

What were you thinking?

His fucking sad plate of trying-too-hard-at-something-I'm-utterly ,
utterly-fucking-fucking-really-and-truly-shit-at made me want to cry.

What were you thinking?

The second I saw your plate, I knew you were a goner.

What were you thinking?

Carl, mate, you are good at classic flavours and presentation.
What made you think you were suddenly René Redzepi?

What were you thinking?

And I really liked you, I liked your determination and energy.
But then all of a sudden I hated you and found you embarrassing, sorry.