I was planning to write something about Keith Floyd today, having watched the at-times touching, at-times uncomfortable Keith Meets Keith last night on Channel 4. I was planning to say something pithy about his undoubted the enthusiasm he instilled in a generation of chefs and keen amateurs who have arguably made British cuisine something to be proud of. Maybe something about his views on modern celebrity chefs (he poured scorn on both words on last night's show) who have made big bucks for themselves without inspiring anyone to leave the TV alone and get cooking themselves. Perhaps even draw a parallel between the very different approaches of Floyd introducing the UK to the hearty delights of French cuisine and Julia Child doing something similar the US (currently being enjoyed in the cinema in the shape of Julie and Julia).
The news this morning, though, that Keith Floyd had passed away means I'm not going to do any of that. I think, instead, I will devote what remains of my lunchbreak to watching the man himself as I was to remember him not as the faded form we saw last night.
This is my current favourite, but I'm looking forward to digging out some more.
Farewell Sir Keith.