Hello, this week I'm going to treat you as I sometimes do to a past edition of Desert

Island crisps. The format from my radio show in which I take a famous celebrity strand

the Monodezza Island and invite them to share the stories of their life with me that revolve

around food and we chow down on usually eight items from their gustatory past. The one

I've chosen to dig out for your delictation involves me and superkins my screenwife or

one of my screenwires with whom I never had a route and that's always worked harmoniously.

We met towards the end of last year at my kitchen table in New Orleans and fully socially

distanced and had a wonderful time.

How are you? I'm very well. I haven't done a roster of your achievements over the years

because I couldn't in front of you list all the things because basically it supersizes.

That is, that's it. The career began and peaked and then ended with a dressing up friendango

which people still, I don't know, it sort of seems to be a high watermarked

comedy or certainly content but of just permissiveness in terms of alcohol. I think that's what

people love is that we just didn't care. No. That's all. The clip that goes around is the cocktail

trolley, the falling over, the mixing of the, I think we mixed a couple of the drinks in your mouth.

Yes and then you find a soda siphon at me. It's sort of, it's a very high pressurised siphon

and then I think we collapsed in a bottle of chinsano goes but I remember the build up to that

more than I remember filming the scene which was, the pair was just pleading with the director

at around about one o'clock going what's in for the softening and he was sort of saying oh it's

to cocktail thing and both of us had been drunk the night before going please don't make us do it

and we were really grumpy about having to do it but within five seconds it was like

it was, it was, it was it was it was it was it the lendaton or cocktail book or the

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