I once hired a celebrity chef (not GR) much loved by the UK public to front a campaign in the UK. I was a huge fan. He acted odd from the start – he sat on his phone (old Nokia) in the corner and didn’t communicate with us. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, and he got up and walked past me, facing my back and rubbing his penis against my bum… I couldn’t believe it. It was the only communication we had.. He didn’t say excuse me… It was so startling and confusing that I didn’t say anything then. I had projected all these nice attributes onto him, so I doubted whether it was intentional. But clearly, it was as there was plenty of room to pass by. To this day, I can’t believe this man portrays himself as beloved of the nation, but I tell everyone I know that this isn’t the case, and unfortunately, he is a bad one.
