never watched a fucking episode of GBM so I didn’t know anything about it – so I just turned up completely blind. They all found me funny, it was like a blast from the past, I didn’t have a clue what was going on. I just turned up to do a wee bit of cooking.
I like shopping, that’s my kind of thing. And antiques. And maybe old houses.
How did you get on with Richard Corrigan?
Good, I think. Funny little Irish man. It was really embarrassing because he couldn’t say loads of words and it was really funny - so you know when the three people are stood there and you’re supposed to be waiting, you stand there and look at the back of the producer’s head – which on TV is you standing there pretending to look at Richard Corrigan – but he kept fucking up the lines.
So it was supposed to be this jeopardy moment and he couldn’t say a certain word ‘cause he’s got a semi-lisp ‘cause of his Irish accent, like Jonathan Ross that can’t say his Ws.
I think as a general person he seems nice.
He says he’s stingy; I’m a stingy person because it’s good to make money – unless I’m buying clothes and antiques.
Would you do it again?
At the end, they said ‘hopefully we’ll see you again next year’ and I said ‘no chance’ and walked off, but in a funny banter kind of way. I thought ‘I wouldn’t do it again, I don’t have the fucking time to do it again’ but then when I got home, on reflection when I was sat in the garden at night time having a beer and a smoke I thought to myself – probably, if the chance came again – I probably should do it and actually try.
I finished work on Saturday night, packed the fucking car up and just drove, arrived with a boot full of some plates from the restaurant, cooked and then left again – I didn’t do any packing or gimmicks or sunglasses and fake trays.
Bullshit baffles brains, I don’t really need to have too much style over substance. I know that I can cook because my restaurant is so full and it has been for the past seven years.
So I think that if I was offered that again, I’d actually go for the brief rather than just thinking ‘what would I like to show people from my own restaurant' and then fit a song to it. I was still trying to think of what to call my dessert on the day to make it fit the music theme.
What's the story behind that? It was called 'Bhangra beats and Bhangra sweets' right?
Yeah. I met Punjabi MC on an industrial estate - I was there and along came this shoddy dark blue Ford Focus with fucking dents in the side of it and out came this little Indian man and it was Punjabi MC, bless his little cotton socks.
We went to the recording studio and he told me how he should have made more money from his thing and how he didn’t get his copyright because he sampled a lot of the music. Then he had a bit of a diva strop - he wouldn’t take his sunglasses off but they wouldn’t let him film with his sunglasses on because you could see the reflection of the camera in them - it was really embarrassing. And so that was that fucking song for you.