my 'mate' Dave
was in a bar in town one night and realised he was adjacent to 'Nigel Kennedy of cooking' Gary Rhodes. Dave is a massive gobshite who works in advertising sales - no stammering and not knowing what to say, for Dave.

'I had my birthday in your restaurant last year Gary, I loved it and so did all my friends. Do you fancy a line?'

Apparently the look Gary gave him would have curdled milk. Perhaps that was the idea and he was attempting some kind of proto-Blumenthal molecular gastronomy, but with Dave's face.

Or, perhaps not.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 17:18, Reply)