That means that the smarmy twat will be back on our screens in another cookery programme to add to the zillions already crowding the airwaves. Actually it's not that I object to the man himself, it's really that I can't abide celebrity chefs (though I make an exception for Nigella of course) and cooking programmes. What I really abhor about the Great British Bake Off is the incessant trailers featuring the awful Mary Berry taking a mouthful of something right into the camera and onto the screen in my sitting room, Yes I know she's probably a quite harmless old dear but when she bites into something it reminds me of the living dead taking a tasty morsel of human flesh. Okay so it's not her fault that she has an overbite and badly fitting false teeth and the complexion of a creature from the black lagoon but does the BBC really have to inflict the old dear on us? I'm sure there is a twilight home somewhere that would appreciate a little help in the kitchens.
Talking of the BBC, it rather amuses me that they have obviously encouraged Hollywood to do some
public bleating in the Daily Mail about how his marriage break up wasn't entirely his fault and that he would have been happier if he'd never become famous. Well it was his fault that he embarked on an affair while trying to crack America and abandoned his wife.
I sense the hand of some PR twit at the Beeb trying to bump the viewing figures for a failing show with a car crash of a host at the helm.
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