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Some 30 years ago I found myself working with David Pritchard, a director who turned the late Keith Floyd into a TV star.
He had first encountered Floyd, glass in hand, chaotically running a Bristol restaurant and coaxed him into cooking on television, often, it appeared, semi-sloshed, on a trawler or a gale swept hillside or, memorably, in a field of ostriches.
Audiences loved it. More than 20 television series ran with Floyd at the helm, and one of the attractions was the obvious tension between him and his director.
It was never going to end well.
One day, while we were editing a programme, David walked in fresh from filming with Floyd. He looked pained. "We flew back on separate planes," he said.
Then he leant closer and told me he didn't have to worry: "Rick will save me."






