I was listening to The Last Word today, Maureen Holloway’s choice little island of wit and gossip in The Wasteland That Is Morning Talk Radio, when I heard about this, er, hot item.
Thank heavens I wasn’t drinking a cuppa’ joe in the car (driving is a serious occupation, IMNSHO, so I don’t often try to do other things at the same time) or I’d have had to stop to clean a gynormous spit-take off the inside of the windshield (er, make that windscreen, in honour of Mr. Ramsay’s nationality).
And here I thought only race car drivers needed Nomex(TM) underwear…
September 15, 2007 at 04:02 |
Could’ve been worse… he could’ve been using the bacon slicer…
September 15, 2007 at 10:06 |
Oooooh… Gives me the willies (so to speak…
) just thinking about it, Alex.
And it turns out it was just a load of bollocks anyway — apparently, Gordon Ramsay was just having a little fun with reporters. The followup story I heard said that he’d had “an ache” in that area and had gone to see a urologist about it; when the press got wind of the visit, him he concocted the story.
Pity, I had been looking forward to a Christmas TV special with Ramsay singing “Chest, nuts roasting by an open fire…”
September 16, 2007 at 08:54 |
Brilliant!!!!
Just goes to show though how you can turn something quite mundane into good publicity to keep your brand in the spotlight.
Hope you’re keeping well…
… and kind regards as always.