Long before Gordon was effing, before Jamie was lisping or the myriad of “personality chefs” took over primetime TV I remember watching a cooking show for the sheer personality of the host, and I don’t really like cooking!
The Stranglers theme introduced Keith Floyd, a cook (it’s what he called himself) who was as interested in people, places and wine as the food the show was supposed to be about. It wasn’t all slick, it wasn’t all scripted and he often resorted to on-screen direction of the camera “come in closer Clive” (or Dennis or Malcolm) but the passion and humour were evident and that was it’s charm. What I didn’t know, until tonight, was he advertised Kiwifruit, but the first clip is the Floyd I’ll miss, the second his encounter with a devoted French fan.
You might be gone, but will not be forgotten, Cheers Floyd!