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The glory of Gordon Ramsey
Nov. 17th, 2006 01:49 pmword count : 42,462 - not going as fast as previous due to forcing self to go to bed at 1:30 am. Everything plotted,but just occured to me that I, er, need to insert bits with the sisters.
Also, introduced Anthea to Gordon Ramsey last night. Had to explain to her that half the point of watching Kitchen Nightmares is watching him strip them of their egos so he can build them back up using their good instincts and talents, and that he really does care and wants them to succeed, which is why he gets so upset when they fuck up. And tonight, he made the owner go for a bull-fighting lesson to make him understand that he had to listen to the experts and comprehensively stamp on his ego. (lots of yelling about where are your cojones. :giggle:) One month later, he wasn't out of debt, but he was getting out of it fast... and the restaurant was clean, smoother, happier, and completely de-stressed. Was great to see. I'd also commented early on that occasionally when finding strengths, he'll discover that the lowliest part-timer has talent. This time? He took the pot-washer and stuck him on the barbecue - very simple job but my god the barbecue ran so much *smoother.
Cold wind and the latest cold and sore throat this morning has resulted in my body grumbling and reminding me how much happier it was in cornwall. 'We may have been constantly wet, and you couldn't use a brolly due to the wind, but remember how much we loved the sea air and how much our lungs adored the place? The sheer lack of Benylin?' (My lungs have a co-dependent relationship with original - non-drowsy to you - chesty cough Benylin) Me : 'shaddup, body. we may have loved cornwall, you may have loved it, but remember the lack of jobs, shops, the 4-hour journey to see mates, and most importantly, the lack of musicals?'
Physio has commanded me to de-stress. Also, to get massages. Shucks.
Also, introduced Anthea to Gordon Ramsey last night. Had to explain to her that half the point of watching Kitchen Nightmares is watching him strip them of their egos so he can build them back up using their good instincts and talents, and that he really does care and wants them to succeed, which is why he gets so upset when they fuck up. And tonight, he made the owner go for a bull-fighting lesson to make him understand that he had to listen to the experts and comprehensively stamp on his ego. (lots of yelling about where are your cojones. :giggle:) One month later, he wasn't out of debt, but he was getting out of it fast... and the restaurant was clean, smoother, happier, and completely de-stressed. Was great to see. I'd also commented early on that occasionally when finding strengths, he'll discover that the lowliest part-timer has talent. This time? He took the pot-washer and stuck him on the barbecue - very simple job but my god the barbecue ran so much *smoother.
Cold wind and the latest cold and sore throat this morning has resulted in my body grumbling and reminding me how much happier it was in cornwall. 'We may have been constantly wet, and you couldn't use a brolly due to the wind, but remember how much we loved the sea air and how much our lungs adored the place? The sheer lack of Benylin?' (My lungs have a co-dependent relationship with original - non-drowsy to you - chesty cough Benylin) Me : 'shaddup, body. we may have loved cornwall, you may have loved it, but remember the lack of jobs, shops, the 4-hour journey to see mates, and most importantly, the lack of musicals?'
Physio has commanded me to de-stress. Also, to get massages. Shucks.
