Wednesday, 19 September 2007

The Wild Gourmets aka Posh Butchers

Careening over wild landscapes in a vegetable oil powered Land Rover…it’s the kind of person or maybe the idea of the kind of person I’d like to be. But after watching the first episode of the Wild Gourmets I’ve decided there’s something inherently smug about these two.


Thomasina Miers and Guy Grieve, apart from their stupid names, obviously, have our old enemy, smugness, lurking around them. The one named Guy has this annoying habit of ‘getting stuck in’ so much so he should have it tattooed across his smug face. Anyone who describes himself or herself as an adventurer after the 19th century has got to be mentally unhinged.

Both their names are an indicator that they’re not exactly ‘salt of the earth,’ chances are some relation owns the land they’re cooking on.

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall (River Cottage), Bruce Parry (Tribe), Ray Mears (Bushcraft), all these men of the wild (wildish for Hugh) have a charm when divulging the techniques they’ve learnt. The Gourmets are just annoying. I mean are they lovers? What’s the deal with all the bad in jokes? Maybe they’ll grow on me, like the fungus they had for dinner.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I agree!

Bjam said...

me too, what a coincidence

Lynda said...

...And dont you just love the 'store'

Bjam said...

I'm afraid Lynda I haven't watched beyond the first episode but I'm sure the 'store' is another equally smug device :)

lynda said...

Well the 'store' is basically that pair of idiots cheating! They go on about foraging for their food and then happen to have a store of garlic, endless herbs, wine, vinegar and half of asda with them! SMUG indeed.

Bjam said...

I'd forgotten about the Tardis-like 4x4 they use to spread the gourmet gospel.

I bless thee, wild mushroom of ASDA

Anonymous said...

The moment they reared their muts on tv after an uncomfortable episode of mr boozey 'give that carrot some attitude' Oliver and his spoon feeding horror of a cookery show I got really depressed as I envisioned a whole new race of vegtable oil powered shot gun wielding land rover driving psuedo land owning squirrel murdering patronising idiots entering my life...4x4 slide into a pete bog and x off

Bjam said...

That sounds like a grim future indeed. A sort of Mad Max dystopia, where cooking oil is the ultimate resource.

I can see it now, a muscle bound Jamie Oliver, wearing a hockey mask shouting over a megaphone, “Be still my dog of war. I understand your pain. We've all lost someone we love. But we do it my way! We do it my way. Fear is our ally. The sunflower oil will be ours.”

Anonymous said...

They look like a couple of wankers to me. paired together for a program? they are about as genuine as pair of fake titties. sloany tosspots!

Anonymous said...

too right, anybody who travels the country inb search of poor wild birds and animals to slaughter with some landowners gun is a twit. These pair should give up, i doubt that either of them has actually realised that the majority of wild food is of plant origin and it is not always 'gourmet' but actually stringy and unpalatable at times! And i bet neither has actually had their own vege garden.