Yeah he picked up some young fella in a bar, took him back to his flat to offer him ‘acting advice’ and ended up with his throat slashed
Fred was a fab character though. Proper old school Corrie. ‘I say, I say, I say Ashlehhh’. RIP
Yeah he picked up some young fella in a bar, took him back to his flat to offer him ‘acting advice’ and ended up with his throat slashedI thought he died years ago. Didn't have his throat cut years ago?
Years ago his Mum was in a care home my Mum worked at. She said he was exactly the same as his character in Corrie.John Savident (Fred Elliott in Corrie) has died
Moles are tattooed around, no reputable tattooist would run a needle over a mole.Sorry I'm late for the one but all I think when I see people with total coverage tattoos is how do they spot skin cancer? I've had several dodgy moles removed and I can't imagine not being able to keep an eye on over 50% of your body because you decided to colour it in with Sharpie.
He was on the same flight as us about 18 years ago; we were flying home from Kefalonia, and he looked awful, like he was going to drop dead at any minute, poor man.John Savident (Fred Elliott in Corrie) has died
Whaaaat?? I had no ideaSame! Still until very recently I only twigged Elton John didn’t really spend all that money on ‘flowers’
Yep, me too. Something like Himalayan saltI hardly dare admit this, but the first time I read this I genuinely thought it was an actual ingredient. It was only on the second reading of this week’s email that I thought “oh FFS ‘insert name’, you idiot!”
SnapI honestly only just twigged it from your post. I thought it was a type of salt like pink Himalayan salt.
Is itYep, me too. Something like Himalayan salt
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I meant reading the first two paragraphs… obviously when I read the whole thing I realised what was meantWhy would anyone leave a bag of semen under a lettuce delivery? I know Greggg is a twat but even he knows his jizz probably isn't welcome next to the salad goods.
Make or female?Reminded me of how he came on to a friend of mine in a pub in Manchester in the late 90s.
About time she unleashed. Makes me wonder if she had to keep quiet about their split to not damage his reputation but now that his reputation isn't that great anymore she's just thought, fuck it.I love the interview Chelsea Winstanley did about her ex husband Taika Waititi ‘That probably was the beginning of the unravelling because I wasn't that pandering, dutiful. Get on my knees and whatever you want. Someone else was, though’
(No not Rita but Polly Stoker, his former PA)
Chelsea Winstanley opens up about why marriage to Taika Waititi broke down
"There was no interest in what I wanted to be doing. So that said volumes."www.newshub.co.nz
I assumed it was a male friend.Oh. Should have made it clear that it was male. John Savident was known for it around Canal Street.
That was where he picked up the rent boy who slashed his throat wasn’t it? After he’d taken him back to his flat for ‘theatrical discussions’Oh. Should have made it clear that it was male. John Savident was known for it around Canal Street.
I always disliked him but I thought I was just being irrational. Apparently my instincts weren't too far offAbout time she unleashed. Makes me wonder if she had to keep quiet about their split to not damage his reputation but now that his reputation isn't that great anymore she's just thought, fuck it.
Ellie Goulding came to my restaurant a few years ago, she was a right miserable bitch, avoided eye contact with the staff etc, and then didn’t tip. Never forgotten it.She looks incredibly uncomfortable being photographed and is being careful not to return any of his affection. I bloody would though! Look at him
Was that a euphemism for cocaine?Apologies if I missed it and it’s already been posted, but old Gregg featured in Pop bitch again this week. not to sure I want to sample Greggs jazz salt to be honest…..
The last couple of weeks of Gregg Wallace anecdotes have caused a few old Soho chefs to get in touch with their reminiscences.
In the early 90s, Gregg's grocery company was well known to Soho restaurateurs. Not just for supplying all the standard fruit and veg, but their drivers would also deliver a few other essential sundries too. Notably, a very particular type of salt beloved by many chefs. Jazz salt – a speciality imported from South America.
Chefs would leave money out in a pint pot for the delivery driver to take what was owed for this little extra, and they could then expect to find their supply in a plastic bag tucked under the lettuce.
The lettuce was such a consistent feature that, even now, when old colleagues from those days get together they'll still ask one another "Who's got the lettuce then?"
He was married wasn’t he? To a woman as well. Oh well, different generation. Maybe had to get married for appearances.That was where he picked up the rent boy who slashed his throat wasn’t it? After he’d taken him back to his flat for ‘theatrical discussions’
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