Gordon Ramsey, wanker
My only real encounter with a celebrity kind of covers both my being rude and being on the end of some wrath. One sunday, about 2 or 3 years ago I was wondering bleary-eyed towards my house after having been up all night in some squat in London, so I wasn't totally on the ball. Just down the road in front of me, I saw a guy carrying a big, professional looking camera and pointing it at a face I recognised but couldn't place.

After having stood about 5 feet away, gawping quite rudely at the familiar face and racking my brains for a while it struck me; I was staring blankly (probably with my mouth dangling open) at Mr Gordon Ramsey, the angriest chef in the land. Thinking I should probably get some evidence as no-one would believe that a telly person would bother coming to my little town, I pulled out my mobile and decided to take a picture.

"Excuse me, youre Gordon Ramsey aren't you? Would you mind if I took a picture?"

He glared at me, like I was an ex-lover telling him he might need to get his willy checked by a doctor and sneered:

"Maybe tomorrow eh?"

I had been well and truly boyed off, but due to my condition I didn't think to retaliate and wandered off in a daze. After a good nights sleep and a bit of time to brew on my encounter I decided that Ramsey was a bastard and kicked myself for having not shouted at least a few swears at him.

A couple of days later, as I was strolling through the town centre I saw him again. He was standing outside a restaurant (turns out he was filming some programme at a failing restaurant, hence his appearance in lil' ol' Letchworth) talking into a mobile phone. REVENGE WAS MINE!!

"OI!!"

He turned to look.

I pointed.

"WAAAANKEEEEERRRRRR!!!!"

I stuck my fingers up.

He looked very slightly bemused and went back to his conversation.

I feel like I won our little back and forth.
(Robbvayne, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 18:07, 2 replies)

i have no doubt when you marched back triumphantly to your squat...
poor gordon found his lavish london home and multimillion pound business empire all a bit hollow that evening

i bet he didnt get a wink
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Tue 13 Oct 2009, 0:23, closed)

Swearing
is the only language he knows.
"Fuck it, you've fucking burnt the fucking steak you fucker!"
(TheWonderfulWombat It came to me in a dream., Tue 13 Oct 2009, 1:26, closed)