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Hello everyone. Most of you will know me as the world-famous purveyor of all things cheese. And boy do I love cheese. Cheese on toast, cheese and onion sandwiches and even cheesecake. I love it. I paid a visit to a cheese shop in London once and I was very disappointed. Quite frankly the place stunk like a babies nappy and the man behind the counter started waffling on about cheese-making techniques. Steel needles are used to make Stilton? Who cares? Just give me a lump of cheddar and piss off.
Dear Gordon
I have noticed that the world economy seems to be in dire straits and some people predict the collapse of the entire Euro zone. What are your thoughts on this matter?
I recently came back from a trip in Europe. Quite frankly those French border guards are utter wankers, they wouldn’t let me bring back my collection of erotic videos. Those Gallic perverts practically invented pornography so why are they are so prudish at the border? Anyway. The economy is a bit like a cake; you need to let it bake for just long enough but not too long otherwise you are in the shit. Imagine that the eggs are the banks, the grains of flour are the people and the mixing bowl is where your mean old bastard granddad buried his money before he died. Yeah, everything is easier with an analogy. Right, so the banks are fragile like the eggs. Actually, did you know that you can spin an egg to see if it has gone bad or not? No word of a lie. So yeah, spin the banks and if they wobble around too much it means they are bad. I get all my eggs fresh from the farm so maybe you should do the same.
Dear Gordon
I keep reading articles in the newspaper about carbon tax this and carbon tax that. As an owner of a petrol-powered lawnmower is it something I should be concerned with?
A fair question. Back in my younger days I used to open all my tins by hand using my Swiss army penknife. I managed to build up quite an impressive bit of muscle in my foreman but after a while I got fed up with it. These days I tend to use electric tin openers and, like you, I became worried about my carbon tax bill. For all I know this tin opener of mine could have been petrol-powered. Out on the oil rigs they generate their electricity using gas so it stands to reason that some clever dick figured out how to use petrol to generate electricity in top-end tin openers. I actually popped down to my local hardware store to enquire about this. The pervert behind the counter – he has a beard, he must be a pervert – said he didn’t know. In the end I threw the tin opener away and now I just buy frozen sweetcorn instead of the tinned stuff.
Thank you Gordon for some very useful advice both in terms of cookery and life in general! As an avid sport follower I was wondering if your next Q & A could address some queries in that area, such as why Scotland is so rubbish at everything?
He is probably going apoplectic with rage at the news of Rangers going into administration.
I think someone should spin Chef Gordon Ramsay to see if he wobbles. My guess is, he will.
He is getting a bit tubby these days.
Cheese… Must confess I love it too, but the harder it stinks the better it gets… Unfortuantely
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I love cheese as well. Well, cheddar and Mini Babybel cheese that is.
Everything is a load of smelly arse.
For some reason I like Gordon. He’s so serious all the time, but he’s good at what he does. His face definitely scares me though.
I would hate to be the teenager that serves him in somewhere like McDonalds.
Not one usage of the word donkey? I’m starting to think you’re not really having these famous people write your stuff for you and that you’re the mastermind behind it all.
No, it’s all real! It just depends how much I pay them. The cost increases with each catchphrase.
Gordon reminds me of
a)Why I don’t chef professionally
b) Why I don’t smoke professionally
c) Why I avoid the sun professionally
I must say, though, I’d love it just once to be there when he is throwing stuff–I’m betting the homeless bums love his trash bins. “I say, Boomster!! I’ve found a lovely little piece of pretentious foie gras over here!! Bring that truffle you discovered (you and your truffle nose!) and we’ll have a nice little brunch, what say!”
All our homeless people are well-educated and speak the language of the queen.