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THELAST-]<br />
STEPSOF I<br />
DAIID<br />
DEMPSEY<br />
Flrul |t dna plrct<br />
Attercalls from seveml<br />
residents, police bring arc<br />
lights and <strong>tr</strong>aine dogs to<br />
the scene. David s body is<br />
located<br />
around l2.10am<br />
DURING RUSH HOUR INATOPBRITISH RESTAURANT WHERE DAVID DEMPSEY<br />
oNcE woRl(ED, the staffoffer their own opinioDs aboutwhathappened thal<br />
night. Theories abound as to whether he fell accidentally or delibelately<br />
jumped. Were drugs involved? Most people aren'tsure. On one topic,<br />
though, they all agree:<br />
'You had to Anow David Dempsey..."<br />
"I don'tknowwhybut I wasn'tsurprised to hearhe was dead," says one<br />
chef. "He lived his life in the fast lane ard then it allwent abitcrazy," says<br />
another.<br />
"He saw the whole thingas rock'n'roll.I mean, c'mon - fallingoutof<br />
a windola. in London!In his head he'd maybe even see it as a fittingend."<br />
Dempsey would have been alltoo familiar with the concen<strong>tr</strong>ated tableau<br />
ofmadness that follows the eveningt firstorders. A-rrivingvia the pretty<br />
wai<strong>tr</strong>esses, pink slips withdetails are pasted to aboard and the dishes are<br />
announced to the staff Then,<br />
like the crewofa nuclear<br />
"He<br />
submarine preparingto<br />
lived his life in undertale acomplex<br />
the fast lane and maloeuwe, each chef mans<br />
their station. Timecodes are<br />
then ii all went a bit<br />
punched into tiny little digital<br />
nrazrr" qarrq: r'ho{<br />
clocks, and then the<br />
who countdown begins.<br />
"He<br />
knew Dempsey.<br />
saw the whole<br />
"Four minutes..."<br />
"Oui!"<br />
thing as rock'n'roll. "Three minutes and 20..."<br />
I mean, c mon -<br />
"Oui!"<br />
"Forty<br />
falling oui of a<br />
five seconds..."<br />
"Oui!"<br />
window in Londonl<br />
in his head he'd<br />
Shod in Birkenstocks,<br />
they command their areas<br />
Tn2\/np p\/pn qoa lT<br />
like officerg Eachcook is<br />
as a frt<strong>tr</strong>ng end" different: one stands foursquare<br />
and tough, another<br />
moves lightly like a painter<br />
at a canvas, another talks and<br />
sings to himself, another nods and whispers encouragementto the others.<br />
The cooked ingredients are passed to the boss - the head chef- for final<br />
preparation. When he receives the food he turns round to add his touches as<br />
his staffstare attheback ofhis headwith the nervous look offootballerswho<br />
know theycould be substituted, or even sold, instantly. For a momentthey<br />
aren't a team - they're individuals worrying deeply that it'll be their bit ofthe<br />
dish that fouls the whoie thingup.<br />
Steam licks the head chef's face as he sets the dish on the plate. For a<br />
momenthis eyes narrow as he inspects the completed order Then he nods<br />
silently aDd sends it off, with a mix ofconfrontation and reluctant pride.<br />
Everyone pauses. They wipe their hands and surhces. S<strong>tr</strong>etch. Mumur to one<br />
another Pace their spaces. within 40 seconds, another order arrives and it all<br />
begins again. The sequence oforders becornes increasinglycomplex as the<br />
restallrant fills up. Soon each cook is handlingseveral dishes. The head chef<br />
surveys it all like a chess grandmaster playing several games simultaleously.<br />
Some would find this high-s<strong>tr</strong>ess world unbearable. David Dempsey,<br />
though,loved it.Inhis latter years, he ruled akitchenlike few others.<br />
'Yeah,<br />
he had it," one ofhis fiiends tells me, "he knew he was talented and he was<br />
absolutelypassionate about what he wanted to do and where he wanted to<br />
go... And, he hadballs -verybigballs."<br />
AS HER LARGE GERMAN SHEPHERD PADS RESTLESSLY AROUNDTHE<br />
GROUl{D-FLOOR COUNCIL FLAT, Eileen Dempseycarefully arralges the<br />
newspaper clippings she has kept ofherson's careerbeside heron the sofa.<br />
There are other reminders in the smalllivingroom ofthe circles in which<br />
this high-school teacher's brilliantson once moved: two large Gordon<br />
Ramsaycookbooksit on asmallbookshelf, and a framed picture of<br />
Dempsey in his kitchen whites looks down from the wall.<br />
"I got that one liamedbecause he's actuallysmilingin it, unlike fiesg"<br />
she says, handing me aselection ofpress shots.<br />
"That's him inhis kitchen:<br />
tough guy, knives-in-hand pose."<br />
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