I love that many of you want me back on UKTV food, but here’s the thing:
When GFL came off, last April, I mourned and moaned, wept and wished. However, the powers that be decided that having a hugely successful, highly rated, fun, brilliant, informative show, was not as good as having Market Kitchen.
Your guess is as good as mine as to why they felt I had to go. Age? I doubt it. New brooms sweeping the corridors of power? Probably. But more importantly they didn’t take into account the millions of you who watched it for all the wonderful chefs, their stories, and the cultural importance of understanding the politics of food.
When food becomes the province of the middle and upper classes you know we’re in trouble.
And we are. My industry is panicking, its arms flailing.
LBC has not only been a life line for me, but in 8 months I am constantly surprised by the power of real public broadcasting. I feel I have a usefullness matched only by GFL.
The fact that I am an unashamed exhibitionist makes being unseen a new experience but I love my job and heres why:
The callers; who are mostly articulate, thinking, sentient human beings.
The subjects; today, for instance, I talked to a reformed gangland thug who is now an evangelical priest. He was in New Zealand we were in Latimer Road.
Fostering, and stories of survivors that made me realise just how lucky I really am.
And of course food. I don’t know why I say of course, we rarely talk food.
Today, however, we talked about unusual foods based on the menu of street fare from Beijing – sea horse skewers, dog liver and vegetables and – well enough it’s late and you may be drinking your hot chocolate.
The people at LBC are supportive and wonderful to work with. The industry is in turmoil so we are all aware that at any moment we could be scrabbling around on the scrapheap of the media junk yard.
Listen don’t get me wrong, I haven’t gone all soft and brown-nosed, but I am delighted to be of service and I can only hope that if any new broom were to come in it would be kicked out from underneath their lilly livered bums!
Blimey that’s feisty for 23.39.