I saw an ad on TV with some slack mouthed gurning bespectacled foppish floppy haired crusty woollen jumper wearing celebrity (slightly recognisable from somewhere) chef strolling around his local market buying stuff to cook. At the meat stall he asks the owner (whilst waving a huge slab of meat around in the air and, with no concern for food cleanliness and general airborne bacteria, stroking it lovingly with his grubby sweaty hands) if its local. The stall holder replies cheerily in a shouty pleased with himself voice 70 miles! and the chef smiles happily and knowingly like the cow died in his next door neighbours effing garden!!! 70 MILES????? LOCAL??? Eff off!!!! I suppose that, taking into consideration his stupidly smug looking happy head seems to think the above meat is local, this marginally known cook chef type guy, if he fancies a swift pint, is happy to get in his car and drive for an hour and 20 minutes to a pub for a swift?!? I bloody well doubt it!!!! In future, get your meat from the supermarket...thats local! errrr...yeah! Now EFF OFF!
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 20:52:05 +0000
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