The TV Chef.

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Ever since my early memories of Fanny Craddock whenever a cooking programme appears on TV then it is a signal for me to take to the hills. They are, with few exceptions, rude, conceited, pushy, arrogant and totally immersed in their own backsides which is what usually ends up on the plate after half an hour of confusing and meandering gibberish. Those that aren't included in the above tirade are usually boring and inept and clearly, like the rest, know little about cooking but how to bend it like Beckham by doing something different like the grotesque Two Fat Ladies or their soul mates the Hairy Bikers.
 Talking of arrogance Rick stein has managed to ruin that once wonderful coastal town Padstow (now ironically known as Padstein) in my lifetime.
 As for their books forget it.  Whenever I open most cookery books there is a list of ingredients longer than a man's  penis and probably the results are equally inedible, although a recipe on how to cook them no doubt appears in Heston Blumenthal's grotesque book of cooking somewhere. Not that I've tried one of course. And having amassed all of these ingredients only a few drips of this or a pinch of that  are required for the said recipe, and a fortune having been spent, they go off in the back of the larder and eventually have to be thrown away.
 I have only read two good cookery books that by Mrs. Beeton which is the foundation of all modern cooking, which these super chefs plaguarise on a regular basis, and Alistair Little's "Keep it Simple" from which you can produce a superb meal with the minimum of ingredients.
 Meanwhile half of the children of the world are thankful for a bowl full of rice.