Having spent two months grafting under this chef’s brutal regime , Gordon has no room for compassion and is deaf to the pleas of this popinjay now trussed up on a hook in the freezer. ‘I’ll freeze to death in here,’ he cries. ‘No, you won’t,’ Gordon smiles, ‘You will fry.’

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