This afternoon I was having a little lay down on the sofa (it is Sunday, and I'd had a busy morning - I did at least a whole hour of work before abandoning it to bake a lemon drizzle cake), when I was woken by Gordon Ramsay saying 'Come on, Helen' in an exasperated tone. It freaked me right out. Ironically, I had to rewind the advert selling the box that lets you rewind live TV to check that I wasn't imagining it. I wasn't, by the way; he really does say it. Thank God, though - otherwise I would have had to explain to a therapist that not only had my subconscious adopted the voice of Gordon Ramsay, but, far worse than that, it was urging me to get off my arse.
November 30, 2008
In Hel's Kitchen
This afternoon I was having a little lay down on the sofa (it is Sunday, and I'd had a busy morning - I did at least a whole hour of work before abandoning it to bake a lemon drizzle cake), when I was woken by Gordon Ramsay saying 'Come on, Helen' in an exasperated tone. It freaked me right out. Ironically, I had to rewind the advert selling the box that lets you rewind live TV to check that I wasn't imagining it. I wasn't, by the way; he really does say it. Thank God, though - otherwise I would have had to explain to a therapist that not only had my subconscious adopted the voice of Gordon Ramsay, but, far worse than that, it was urging me to get off my arse.
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