I threw my back out this week and was laid up in bed, so I did what most people would do and watched every single Gordon Ramsay show from England that is on YouTube.
We know him here as a loudmouth asshole, but over there he has a show that takes place in his actual house, in his actual colossal kitchen, with his actual kids and his wife Tana. He's relaxed and happy, and his children don't hate him. He doesn't yell. He also has a dog that does not attempt to bite him. The whole thing is surreal when juxtaposed next to Hell's Kitchen.
He's mellowed considerably this season, but it still must freak out his family to see him that angry all the time. This week was no different as he unceremoniously tossed out Gabriel mid service, adding the indignity of making him walk through the crowded dining room and out the front door. A dingy cab pulled up and scooted him away, not even an SUV or van. The leftovers, so to speak, were all given black-shouldered aprons and are the final seven. I don't think America is rooting for any of these people though, except maybe Keisha. She's the underdog, never formally trained, backwoods accent, the drive to pull herself up by her Payless bootstraps.
British actress Minnie Driver showed up to promote Oxfam, which is something most Americans have never heard of, though at this point perhaps most Americans haven't even heard of Minnie Driver. (All you need know is that she used to date Matt Damon.) Like all actresses, she looked bone thin, and this must've been her third meal for the week. Gordon came over to her table and gave her shit, and cavorted with the whole table, and that was a brief glimpse into the same guy that appears on his UK show: jovial, relaxed, polite. That was short lived of course. "Fuck off out of here!" and "Donkey!" came soon enough. Oh, guvna.