Too Many Cooks?

I heard that a certain well-known celeb chef was visitng a local restaurant over the weekend. Apparently, it was The Italiano's turn to feel the heat of Rordon Gamsey's attention, and it caused a ripple amongst the politer circles of the town.

The restaurant itself is well known as the place to go when one wants to impress one's lady-friend. The gentle air of the camp Maitre D' and the sommelier's sensual touch of even the cheapest bottle of plonk makes one feel so wanted - nay - cherished.

So, one wonders, what on earth were the management thinking of when they invited the sharklike Mr. Rorden Gamsey over for canapes with cheese and pineapple.

Well, perhaps they have sussed out that whether the honourable gourmet gave them a good or a bad write up, the attendant press and/or notoriety would put them on the map for years to come.

Funny thing is, I heard that once word got around that Roaring Rorden was on site, the crowds melted away like so much butter in a hot pan. Not because of the chef's notorious bad temper, or his pugnacious looks.

No.

It was probably the fact that the cameras might just have recorded some of the less permanent couples at some of the shadier tables, and they might not want their official other halfs to know about the Swingers Club that meets there every Saturday evening.

Sergei