Hell’s Kitchen…the show not my eternal residence
Okay, I have to admit it…I watch this show. Gordon Ramsay is a horse’s arse. I think I should try out for the show because I think I’m the one person to cause him to have a stroke.
“La la la…” chopping veg.
Him: WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU GREAT COW?
Me: Hmmm…oh, getting my mise en place ready. No worries, guv’nuh!
Him: We’re minutes from SERVICE!
Me: Uh-huh…gotcha.
His head would be swirling like a top, poor guy.
I can’t wait for this week’s episode, although I don’t particularly care who wins. The whining ‘nanny’ is a bore, the unfortunate chinned gal, too…blech, and of course, the angry black man who really isn’t angry, he’s just male and black so any sign of emotion causes confusion and heartache…eh. He does nothing for me.
So, I’m watching just to make fun of Ramsay. Man is he hard to look at. Remember ‘Coffee Cake” from ‘A Bronx Tale’? He’s his cousin.
Watch my column for my rundown on tonight’s episode.
August 6th, 2007 at 9:59 pm
Aw man! I thought it was the flippin finale. Instead, it was a lot of old Vegas people and Julia crying an awful lot. *sigh*
I suppose I am for the Nanny. She is the underdog and that’s always my game.
August 6th, 2007 at 11:59 pm
The nanny is decidedly NOT the underdog. She is calculating and playing the ’sensitive waif’ angle.
I’m rooting for the turbot.
I like fish.
In other news, I can’t believe that my kid called me to help me ping pong between Hell’s Kitchen and that younger man older woman show. And surprise…yep, he chose the youngster.
Me no likee…or care, really.
pffft.