Annoying. Ginger. Twat. Just three words that spring to mind whenever I see Anthony Worrall Thompson Celebrity Chef is on the television menu again. What is it about this man that makes him so annoying? After all, he doesn't have the immediate irritation of Aynsley Harriot and his children's names for the seasonings (Suzy Salt indeed!) - "Hey Ainsley why don't you come and meet Colin Clubhammer?" He isn't quite as puffed up with his own self importance as Rick Stein and his extremely expensive fish restaurant in Padstow, trying to be more local than the locals.
Yet he manages to set off extreme loathing. Pretending to be chummy with his mates - the pillock who gargles wine and then goes on endlessly about how it tastes simply scrummy with its subtle aftertaste of gasoline and creosote - when you just know they hate the sight of each other. Is it because he pretends to have the "common touch" and be a man of the people? He endlessly promotes his own brand of vastly overpriced kitchen appliances with a badly applied copy of his signature emblazoned on the side, yet this is not the real root of his loathsomeness. Oh No, not by a long way. It's because he wants to become a Tory MP, please somebody put him and his red beard down humanely and help keep politics out of the kitchen.
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