Enjoyably old-fashioned: ITV's The Lady reviewed
I lasted all of five minutes with Netflix’s tasting menu-length Being Gordon Ramsay. This surprised me, because I’ve long had a bit of a soft spot for the irascible, crevice-faced, sweary old ham. I know that all reality TV is fake but I’ve always quite enjoyed watching carrot-top pretending to lose his rag yet again in some rat-infested culinary cesspit before transforming it, in the space of a month, into a Michelin three-star. But the dishonesty and contrivance and brazen commercialism of this autohagiography are just too much to stomach. Supposedly, a small film crew has been hanging around the Ramsay household for months, capturing the chef’s most intimate, unguarded
