Gordon Ramsay off-of the Mariana Trench on his forehead, has been a naughty school dinner lady. A very naughty school dinner lady. Allegedly/apparently/etc. He’s been bumming someone called Sarah Symonds, who is not his wife, Tana, whose hairdresser seems to have forgotten to put the toner through, and who once wrote a book called ‘Having an Affair? A Handbook for Other Women’. Alanis Morissette must be having a field day.
Anyways, the Gordons plural have been putting on a ‘united front’ for the gathered press.
Knew? Who. But the bit about this whole shebang-shebangs we’re finding most enjoyment, is the fact that our Gordy is apparently a fan of poppers. How gay.
Here’s the quote, from Source. Who must, incidentally, be raking in it. He-she-it gets everywhere. He-she-it’s like Santa.
‘Sarah said Gordon had specifically asked her to go to Soho and get him some poppers for their romp. He likes the buzz.’
Talk about your Bay of Pigs.