This man keeps bees. Not for honey, at first. He got them because he read they “relieve stress.” He named the queen bee Delia (after Delia Smith, obviously).
He talks to his bees. He swears they listen. He once whispered a bad joke to them, and they stung him for it. He says it’s the funniest thing that ever hurt.
Now, he sells small jars of his “Antony’s Angry Honey” at the local farmer’s market. It sells out in ten minutes. The label has a cartoon drawing of him looking grumpy but holding a flower.
So, Is He Happy?
That’s the real question, isn’t it? When you peak in the 90s as a celebrity chef, where do you go? Antony went down to earth. Literally.
He looks happier than ever. He’s got mud under his fingernails. He’s got a pig named after a pizza. He’s cooking for neighbors, not for camera crews.
He’s doing exactly what he wants. No branding deals. No TV contracts. Just a man, his mustache, and an impossibly hot wood-fired oven. That’s the best comeback of all.
So next time you’re ordering a fancy pizza, think of Antony Worrall Thompson. He’s probably out there, covered in flour, shouting at a goat, and living his best muddy life. And frankly? It’s brilliant.
