Timed to perfection like a soufflé in one of his kitchens - on the odd occasion, that is, when Big Sweary isn't busy berating lesser mortals in theirs - up pops Britain’s most watchable TV kitchen nightmare since Fanny Craddock to banish those post-Crimbo blues. Best giggle of 2011 so far? Those post cosmetic-procedure pics showing what happens when vanity, ego, a brand to promote and money-no-object collide. You haven’t seen them? Think cabbage patch doll with a face swollen like a half-cooked Fray Bentos pie. When he’s not emoting - that hilarious, icky, open letter to Mummy-in-law - he’s off playing the manly chest-flashing action hero in Costa Rica, tracking down shady shark fin dealers only to be held at gunpoint and doused in petrol by the cheeky f***** who presumably confused new improved white skin Michelin Man for a giant baked Alaska. Ramsbo, comedy legend, we salute you. Friday, 7 January 2011
Gordon Ramsay
Timed to perfection like a soufflé in one of his kitchens - on the odd occasion, that is, when Big Sweary isn't busy berating lesser mortals in theirs - up pops Britain’s most watchable TV kitchen nightmare since Fanny Craddock to banish those post-Crimbo blues. Best giggle of 2011 so far? Those post cosmetic-procedure pics showing what happens when vanity, ego, a brand to promote and money-no-object collide. You haven’t seen them? Think cabbage patch doll with a face swollen like a half-cooked Fray Bentos pie. When he’s not emoting - that hilarious, icky, open letter to Mummy-in-law - he’s off playing the manly chest-flashing action hero in Costa Rica, tracking down shady shark fin dealers only to be held at gunpoint and doused in petrol by the cheeky f***** who presumably confused new improved white skin Michelin Man for a giant baked Alaska. Ramsbo, comedy legend, we salute you. 
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