WOODWORK SQUEAKS AND OUT COME THE FREAKS* →

As I’ve pointed out previously, my Metro column rarely attracts comments (I think the sign-up process is too tortuous, or people just rant at me on Twitter). But my reasonably uncontroversial review of Gordon Ramsay’s new Bread St Kitchen - three stars = ‘good’, for Pete’s sake - has stirred up a wasp’s nest of ‘em. Look, I know it’s nothing like you’d get at The Guardian, but more than two for me constitutes a shitstorm.  

My favourite is ‘Lord’ Richard Lester who appears to have nothing else to do other than comment in a righteous green-ink-athon of outraged splutter every time his hero’s name is mentioned. If you have bugger all else to do (just, it seems, like Lord Dickie) google his and Big Sweary’s names together: extraordinary dedication, I think you’ll agree. His Facebook page, where he lists the people he admires as M Thatcher, S Cowell, D Cameron and, yes, G Ramsay, is like something written by Armando Ianucci. Genius. 

I’m perfectly thrilled with him. 

*One of my favourite Was Not Was songs.