Or why laying into Jamie Oliver doesn’t butter any parnsips.
There was a time when no one had a bad word to say about Jamie Oliver. After ‘Peak Jamie’, when he gurned at us from every TV and sauce pot in the land, and before, well, yesterday, he was a national treasure, a sort of loudmouthed Judi Dench. This was the man who had taken on some massive corporate interests to save our kids from obesity, with at least some success. This was the man who, with his Fifteen restaurant, seemed to be more serious about social mobility than, say, the then Labour government.
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