
JAMIE Oliver takes time out from telling fat football fans oop north to eat well and tells us:
“In the old days I used to get the knickers and the bras. It was good. Filth whispered in me ears.
“He’s a w***er” (Times.
They’re just bored of me now. I’m just that geezer who keeps, you know, doing these worthy things around the country.”
Like shoving it down people’s throats…
Posted: 9th, October 2008 | In: Broadsheets, Celebrities, Food & Fat, Jamie Oliver | Comment | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed:RSS 2.0
Comments
October 9th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
wondering what worthy things them are then jamie, pfaffing around in a four by four showing people how to make meatballs with expensive salad onions ?
October 9th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
Onions are so very expensive these days
October 9th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
Not if you know them…
October 9th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
I wouldnt mind him showing me how to make an organic saveloy from scratch
October 9th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
F*** off Jamie; and take your fancy foreign muck food with you.
October 9th, 2008 at 4:19 pm
Has anyone noticed that young Jamie has taken a leaf out of Gordons book and has started swearing like a c**t everytime his face is on camera? I mean really who the fuck does he think he is?
October 9th, 2008 at 4:21 pm
anorak, the purple ones are
October 9th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
Pigeon
Has this something to do with people not throwing their underwear at him any more?
Can be hard to realise that being a sex god is a diminishing asset…
October 9th, 2008 at 4:36 pm
Jamie Oliver and Sex God - whoever could have seen it cumming?
October 9th, 2008 at 4:49 pm
It’s no good.
No matter how hard I try I can’t get a joke out of e e cummings and purple onions, with or without Jamie Oliver.
I think I need tea and biscuits…
October 9th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
pmsl
October 10th, 2008 at 5:35 am
School is bad enough without bleedin’ salads…
Luckily it wont last.
October 10th, 2008 at 5:36 am
We meet again Pigeon and it’s just you and me on the page.
October 10th, 2008 at 5:36 am
BURP!
October 10th, 2008 at 5:38 am
Whur’s yer bank fundin’ the noo…