Back then, Ramsay was an up-and-coming player in the food world, a working class Scot whose father drank too much and abused him.
By his early thirties, Ramsay had a burgeoning empire of his own and a series of Michelin stars to show for it.
Ramsay doubtless felt the need to make something extraordinary from this pulpy departure point.
At one point, Ramsay is shown crowing over one of their desserts.
Ramsay was jerked out of his absorption in the net by two shrill blasts.
Sacrificed in the treaty, as stated by Dr. Ramsay and Mr. Hildreth.
They came near the end of the rope and Ramsay slowed his strokes a little.
Ramsay agreed with me that it was one of the best published for a long time.
Ramsay laid a friendly hand on Black's mane, and the little horse followed willingly into the barn.
If you chance to meet Ramsay will you ask him whether he has it?