No butts, it’s a sh*thole, Gord

Midweek Sport - - BATCHELOR ON THE BOX -

“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.

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