As I mentioned at the beginning of the latest series of The F-Word, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to watch it because of the planned slaughter of lambs. However, as well as the series-long lead up to the eventual culling of “Charlotte” and “Gavin”, the loveliest, fluffiest little Welsh lambs you ever did see – they actually skip and everything – every week we’ve been having to watch Gordon and his planned culling and eating of anything that moves.
We’ve had to endure stabbing of live king crabs, stalking of deer with a rifle (to his credit, he couldn’t pull the trigger when the time came) and this week, Gordon went to kill some rooks with the help of his son, Jack, much to the horror of my increasingly vegetarian self.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve read Gordon’s autobiography or not, but Mr “Where are your balls?” Ramsay does go to great “Me thinks he doth protest too much” lengths to extoll his complete lack of misogyny. He’s even let a woman head up one of his restaurants, so he can’t be, can he?
But after tonight’s episode of The F-Word, the charge is a little harder to refute. Poor little Jack, when rushing off to collect the dead carcasses of rooks, points out they’re covered in blood.
“Of course they are!” says Gordon. “Don’t be such a girl!”
Oops. Can. Of. Worms….
