Gordon Ramsay followed me home last night.
Don't worry, there's no need to call the police. He was driving in a car behind mine.
It was good to see him out and about, after getting completely floored by the legend that is Teddy Sherringham during the Soccer Aid match on Sunday. He had us all going for a minute.
It was hard to spot the super chef at first, as I was busy concentrating on the upcoming roundabout, but I managed to clock his funky blonde mop in the rear view mirror.
But as he pulled up closer to my bumper, I realised that this man didn't look like he had a single expletive in his vocabulary. I concluded that it wasn't in fact chef Gordon after all.
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