So, we've lost Keith Floyd, and cooking will never be quite as anarchic again. What he didn't drink ended up in the pan, or was it the other way round? His chatty relationship with his cameraman ("Follow me over here") as he gathered together his ingredients, or showed us them cooking in the pan, and the occasions when it all went wrong and he chucked it away and started again....
He cooked in deserts, on beaches, on a trawler in the North Sea, in a howling gale, for young and old, for armed forces personnel, and for us, the viewers.
Damn it. He was entertaining and we learnt something each time.
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