No doubt food shops across the district were swamped with requests for scallops and steak at the weekend as Gordon Ramsay did his "Let’s go" cook-with-me live TV thing on Friday.
To me it was the most profoundly irritating piece of TV I have endured in a long time.
Why everything had to be done in a madcap hurry, why he had to keep telling us to keep up, why he had to keep swearing, why he had to keep repeating what we had just seen on the programme, and why he had to keep cutting to people supposedly cooking along in their home in front of the worst videocams imaginable, I’ve no idea.
And if he punched his fist into his hand one more time, I’d have punched mine into the telly.
God, I wish it would stop raining. I need some fresh air!
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