This is chef and chief sot Keith Floyd (no relation to Eddie) with his fourth wife looking ecstatically happy. What the hell have they got to be happy about? The photographer’s assistant evidently has chucked a load of leaves at them and let them be shot wearing his’n’hers white leather wooden footwear and in Keith’s case avec sock. I mean I ask you? And they are so beige. Kids – don’t drink gin – this is what happens – you end up looking like a gurning outtake from ill-fated British soap Triangle.
