JG Rix

1991: Having watched my parents follow Delia-guides like school text books, falling in love with cooking through Keith Floyd’s TV programmes and cookbooks which I cherished like novels. Embracing his drunken and anarchic approach to cuisine, blagging myself a job as a  chef in an Irish pub one summer in Berlin. Getting sacked when they realised I’d stopped using their recipes, experimenting with my own each night, success dependent on how much I’d been drinking (very Floyd).