No butts, it’s a sh*thole, Gord
“I SERIOUSLY hope this place is better than the other sh*tholes I have stayed in,” said Gordon Ramsay as he drove to the Roosevelt Inn, Idaho, for his latest Channel 4 show.
Really, Gord? Because the show is called
So I’m guessing you need it to be a sh*thole, otherwise you’ll have no content. And, worse still, you’ll be in Idaho.
Anyway, guess what?! The Roosevelt turned out to be sh*ttier than the sh*ttiest sh*thole that old crinkle-face had ever set foot in – and, remember, this is a guy whose mistress came from Newport, Gwent.
As usual, he spent most of the show theatrically gagging on food, choking on dust, swooning at the sight of a few mattress stains and picking fights with the owner.
“I don’t want to butt heads,” said Ramsay, shortly after calling him a “f***ing idiot” and a “f***ing joke”.
For a man who grew up near Coventry, ginger bollocks seems surprisingly unaware of what constitutes “butting talk”.
In the final part of the show, he started chucking money and paint around until the hotel was fit for a sumptuous wedding. We even saw the groom carry his bride into the honeymoon suite.
Bet Ramsay was in there the following morning, checking the mattress for fresh stains.