Careful. The last time that sentiment was uttered, we got Rick Stein.

I can’t stand it. And where’s the Keith Floyd character who’ll freely admit that they just fucked this particular dish up and could have done it better (instead of nodding orgasmically as if they’ve just reinvented the very concept of delicious)?

Bloody hell

I see this song as a reflection of his dalliance with Christianity (the beauty of Christ set against the coarsness of ‘the church’) but it work here too.