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Yes, it’s true. You can read all about it over the world wide web and ponder, ‘Is he a cock, or isn’t he a cock?’. Answer: he’s an utter cock who can shoot a camera (round of applause), has a propensity for too much flash and plaid shirts, and needs a tight hiding from a lot of girls brothers.

So, Tavi et al had their say but for me it was Fake Karl who said it best of all.

‘In case you didn’t read the above because you’re illiterate and only read twitter: If you support Terry Richardson, you are anti-women. If you publish his work, you are anti-women. If you think him using his position of power to rape women is chic, you are anti-women. For an industry that makes an awful lot of money from women, it’s not exactly a profitable stance, hmm?’

And fuck Dov Charney. Morons.

Hey, if you ever feel like you want some delicious crab tempura, a douchebag maître d’ and cunts to serve you at the bar then head to the Great Eastern Dining Room.

If you’re really lucky you’ll order a bottle of the house white at the bar, get charged incorrectly (according to the wine list you order from), ask for a refund and be told by the cokedcockfaced bar manager (I think he was – he looked like he was REALLY important and could count money) you’re ‘lucky’ to be getting such nice wine at that price. Erm, you’re lucky you get to be so thick. If you’re really, really super lucky the incredibly dumb bar woman will throw your voided transaction receipt at you after you ask for your copy because she’s a sterling douche that excels in the service industry. Aww guys, you’re the ones who are lucky. Lucky that your lives are so fulfilled working in such a magnificent establishment. Lucky that you are so good at your jobs. Lucky that the world is so huge, and you are so tiny and insignificant that your failures won’t resonate too hard, and if I want to find some cunty service then thank the sweet lord I know exactly where to go.

Remember friends, head to Great Eastern Dining Cunts for abuse and the best bad service ever.

Time Out say, ‘what’s not to like about a place that serves beautifully presented pan-Asian food in comfortable, cool surroundings’? Er, I’ll tell you – the cunts serving at the bar.