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(Continued.....Today - 20th July 1989) While this week's contestants, Candy and Mark Adkins were dropped in separate locations and given 40 minutes to find not just each other but the keys to unlock their back packs - one of which contained £1,000. Annabel was confined to a map laden table in Faversham's market square. Here she jumped up and down screeching directions into a microphone with all the desperation of someone with an extremely full bladder. "OK! Yuh! Right! Head north Candy! Head north! Well done, you've got a ride on a milk float you lucky old thing! Tremendous! Right! Yuh! You're doing really well! You really, really are!" As you can tell by Croft's Roedean tones she is no Cheryl Baker. And Interceptor is certainly no Secret Desire. No indeed. It is not a show for your average council |
house couch potato (a phrase used by TV producers to describe the kind of people who watch Bullseye). It is aimed at your ABC1 yuppie. The fact that he has the brain cells of a courgette is totally irrelevant. Contestants are not bus drivers or school dinner ladies but advertising executives (Mark) and owners of secretarial bureaux (Candy). Unlike contestants of The Price Is Right they don't actually need the £1,000 they would have earned if only time and the Interceptor hadn't beaten them. Ah yes, the Interceptor played
by Scotsman Sean O'Kane.
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