EULOGY.

This is Alex.
He was on the 2011 season of Masterchef.
Eliminated in the Top 50.
Wild card into the Top 24.
Eliminated in the first pressure test.

Ugh.
Thanks a lot, stupid judges, you and your stupid cravats and jumping around all the time.
Gosh.

For those of you who don't know, Alex had to cook a Bombe Alaska in the pressure test. No, he didn't have Josh Thomas' problem where the meringue kept sliding off, but there was a problem with the ice-cream/sorbet. Apparently, there wasn't enough of it (and the judges, being piggy and all, wanting buckets of the stuff) and also, Gary whined that the "sorbet was soaking into the sponge cake".

WHAT THE HELL, GARY? Stop being picky with your food! There are people starving in the world, and they would do anything for a tiny bit of food, let alone a freaking Bombe Alaska where the sponge is not separated from the sorbet.

Whatever.
I'm so depressed.

Alex was so good looking, had so much spirit and passion for cooking, so much eye candy.
He was like a Dane Swan, always smiling and doing things casually, in his own little way, with a covering of tattoos down the arm.

I mean, I just read this tweet from Mr American Pie:

Swanny using chopsticks to pick up water. Swanny knowing HOW to use chopsticks...?
Him and Alex are so similar, cheeky yet very good at what they do.

I love you, Alex, always remember that. When you're down in Melbourne to visit your f*ck buddy Chelsea find an apprenticeship, look for me. I will probably be the one creeping behind you, peering into your bathroom window.. you know, that kind of thing. I've had lots of practice shhh.

So long, Alex. See you again sometime in the future, and we can resume our lovely relationship that ended so abruptly. <3.