Thus passes a giant

Just a quick note in the blog to record my sadness and admiration for Keith Floyd who has now left the building; although he has gone in the best way possible - after an excellent dinner and a few glasses of decent wine, falling asleep and not waking up - you always hoped there would be another series. Personally I was hoping for one in modern-day rural France.

His ability to get across his passion, enthusiasm and delight in cooking, in strange places, made for riveting television; he turned me from being someone who cooked when he had to, to someone who resented it when he had to let someone else cook. He inspired me, along with those two other great eccentrics, the Two Fat Ladies, to simply have a go and rely on my instincts, which has proved to be a godsend.

Now later in life, that interest in and enjoyment of food and cooking remains one of those unsullied and untouched delights that brightens the darkening days. And that a lot of what he called a*******s are also presenting shows about food helps to fill the time when I'm not cooking, eating or having a glass of wine. Thanks and RIP, Keith Floyd.