The owner of Rococo is desperately clinging onto past glories and burying his head in the sand - and with debts totalling 100 grand, it's no wonder he's sweating so much. Only one man can save this woeful establishment. Enter the Sheriff of King's Lynn, a.k.a. Mr. Gordon James Ramsay. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

The pub is the spiritual home and birthplace of WTLS?, which makes this episode - the first in a pub - all the more special for us. And we’ve got plenty to say about its “cantankerous old bat” of a landlord. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

It’s adios (for now) to Gordon’s famous pinstripe blazer as he packs a single boxfresh t-shirt and jumps on a luxury yacht bound for Spain’s “Costa Del Shithole”. Donkey dicks, bull horns and dog faeces await. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

“I don’t want to get food poisoning... in f*****g Derby”. Gordon’s in the midlands this week, home to Rolls Royce, an especially dangerous strain of Salmonella (apparently), and a kindred spirit in the kitchen. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

Gordon’s megalomania reaches new heights in Blackpool as he writes his own Ten Commandments - entitled How Not To Run A F****** Restaurant. Holy mackerel. Surely Clubway 41 - a.k.a. ‘Blackpool’s Best Restaurant’ - is safe from divine retribution? Don’t be so sure. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

There’s plenty of low hanging fruit for Gordon this week: he meets a married couple who run a blundering hotel on the south coast that serves phallic dishes on its sprawling and curiously pan-Asian menu. Basil! Music by Adam Wiltshire. 

Oscar Wilde said that “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” Oscars restaurant - named after the playwright - is in the gutter all right, but there’s absolutely no star quality to be found here. Gordon is left hoping that a tubby journeyman bingo caller will save the day. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

We made an effort and threw on our gladrags for this one in Scotland; a fancy ‘fine dining’ place with lofty ambitions. Helmed by a sugar daddy owner and an overindulged French chef, there’s ample low hanging fruit for for Gordon. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

Here’s a first: Gordon actually likes the food at a soul food joint in Brighton. But that doesn’t stop him laying down the law - and moonwalking. We still don’t know why he did the latter. Answers on a postcard. Music by Adam Wiltshire.

Gordon finds himself in Essex and in D-Shit. Anglo-French tensions are renewed, Guacamole is spilled, and someone learns the value of honesty the hard way. Music by Adam Wiltshire.