Google Moogle I’ve Been Ramsay’d!
I am a girl and here is something I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY: I am in love with Gordon Ramsay. Yes, the Gordon Ramsay, the one whose brow is permanently creased into huge black Vs. There was a time when I would rather have done tongues with a billy goat than watched a whole episode of his “Kitchen Nightmares” programme. But all that changed the other day when I decided that I needed to take a break from going out in London. I was going out all the time and I just needed to relax and watch some TV. So I did, and Ramsay was on and there was literally nothing else and so I got my sick bowl out, put it beside me and tried not to think of how Gordon is more like a gigantic muscled Pipistrelle bat (yes, you actually do spell it like that trust me I Google-moogled it) than any kind of human, let alone chef… But something changed inside me, just as my friend Jen said it would (she’s a long-term Ramsay lover, the freak). I don’t know if it was hormones, exactly – there’s no reason to be, at least not unless my window being strangely open the other night actually DOES mean something… – but it was indeed life-changing. And I do mean LIFE CHANGING. Because once I’d stared at Gordon for a while I started to become overcome…wishing Gordon was swearing in my face and not the face of someone who didn’t appreciate it…wishing they were my cheap cookers he was complaining about. “I would appreciate you my lovely Gordon!” I started to say, and that was it: I knew I was infected…
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