Rick Stein Tastes The Blues

'Tastes' is best understood as meaning observes a vapour through delicately tinted spectacles without ever risking anything in his mouth by the insertion of alien morsels. Rick Stein is one of those snot gobbling little cunts I'd like to hit with a hammer and his too terribly BBCly stay in an hotel made from a disused cotton gin (daaahling you could almost smell the sweat and hear the spirituals) says more about the precious little wanker than I am able to. His derision of things English when abroad earns him a place against the wall when the bullets fly, the flabby little cunt.