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May 27, 2009

Bull Todge: Chef Ramsay, Captain Slow, and Me




Chef Gordon Ramsay (we call him 'Obey') challenged "Captain Slow" (James May: Top Gear, Telegraph) and me to sample three "delicacies" (Laotian snake whiskey, bull penis and hákarl), while we were all three in Taiwan last month, but Chef was the one who was challenged, when at the last minute, he decided to dine with us.

Chef Gordon Ramsay (we call him 'Obey') challenged "Captain Slow" (James May: Top Gear, Telegraph) and me to dine on (Laotian snake whiskey, bull penis and hákarl), while we were all three in Taipei last month, but Chef was the one who was challenged, when at the last minute, he decided to dine with us.

Everything was fine until we got to the cubes of rotten shark...Obey was panicking and said his lungs were filling up with piss. I was dazed; and Maysy said his head was totally numb. Obey vomited after eating the hákarl (I said he hákarled, while trying not to meself). And now that I think about it, that may have been what saved us--that and the Brennivín (Brennivín is nasty Icelandic schnapps made from potatoes and caraway, drunk at Þorrablót, also called Black Death), which Ramsay wouldn't drink (saying, he didn't need any 'washin'-up tart-water,' and that we were both a 'mouthful a' Morwenna Banks' Pussies').

So when, in something that looked drawn by James Gillray, red-faced 'Obes' said he thought he was a goner (his eyes tearin' up through the gouty, pissy, stench, and now the sick and ammonia-gouty, pissy, stench), Maysy and I were chuffed with disgust and laughter.

We just had a piss-up, instead of a chuck-up.

At first, Obey did NOT want to tell Tana (his wife), but he knew she'd know something was up (like in '94 with the 'high jinks' in the Men's WC). She was upset and extremely pissed (no pun), but not like in '94.





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Orig. Article:

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