People do the stupidest thing, like this bloke here, but I won't be rushing out to label Gordon Ramsay's between the sheets shenanigan with Sarah the man-eater Symond as such if I were you. Then again, I am not you, am I?Apart from the obvious fact that he is a tall poppy and therein attract a slew of hatchet-wielding-nothing-else-better-to-do low-lifers who are so jealous of his success that they sought every opportunity to bring about his downfall, Ramsay is no different from your average Joe who double-time their spouse. In other words, he is (just) another cheating husband, as if that is ground-breaking discovery, and should be a matter between him and his wife.
Okay, Ramsay's choice of objet d'tryst (sic) may open him to the question of "what were you thinking" but have we considered the possibility, however remote, that Ramsay has never paid attention to tabloid stuff and therefore know not of Symond's serial MM-eating psychotic past? And even if he have known, do you think he could have help himself? Don't we all have that "it will never happen to me" moments in our life? Of course we do, we have an uncanny way of convincing ourselves bad things only happen to others. So drop the faux indignation and let the man be.
Really, why do we care who he @#$% as long as he doesn't @#$% with his cooking?
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