Through the burning hellfire of this week's X Factor debacle, The Bachelor sat waiting nearby patiently, the grease upon his chiselled torso protecting him from the licking flames of controversy at TV3.
Arising from the ashes, MediaWorks has another controversy machine on its hands and - if last night's episode is anything to go by - possibly just as many glorious TV moments as X Factor has provided thus far.
For those who don't know, The Bachelor is a romantic reality TV tale as old as time. One man on the search for true love is introduced to 20 or so women. He takes them on group and single dates, and attends deeply stressful (yet opulent) cocktail parties at the bachelor mansion. Week by week, contestants are eliminated, whittling down the true love log till we are left with a single soulmate twig. At least that's the idea.
Last night we met our bachelor, Arthur Green. He's a catch and a half, a shredded hunk of Joe Jonas-Meets-Adonis man meat. Towering over host Mike Puru, his head is always a little too close to the low-hanging chandeliers dotted through the mansion. It's an excellent sight gag, not unlike Gandalf hitting his head in Bilbo's Hobbit House.