I liked this guy when he
was a part of
Gordon Ramsay’s F Word, and later on
his other show about foodthroughout the ages, and at no point would I have guessed he was a total boozehound
who considered himself a good drunk driver:
I was unstoppable. I didn’t just drive and party pissed, I worked pissed. Why be sober? I pushed on into restaurant criticism, natural home of the middle-functioning dipso, where I drank freely and for free in a world where, even more than journalism generally, drinking is a badge of honour and non-drinking a mark of shame.
Speaking of which, where have you gone
Janet Street Porter Xmastime? Sigh.
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