Duff, Oliver, The Independent (London, England)
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Where are his guts, asks Floyd's furious manager
In a year that has seen him wave two fingers to the Grim Reaper from his hospital bed, not to mention being granted a "quickie" divorce from his fourth wife, life has not proved dull for Keith Floyd.
Just when he seemed to have gone uncharacteristically quiet - Floyd, 64, has officially been recuperating since he collapsed in a pub in January and subsequently sojourned in intensive care - the thirsty caterer has stumbled into a potentially bruising legal bust- up with his own manager.
Dartmouth-based Stan Green, who has managed Keith's affairs for 15 years, threw a colossal wobbly upon learning that 300-per-head cookery classes featuring his client were being advertised on the website of culinary pal Jean-Christophe Novelli.
Having previously been told that Floyd was taking sick leave, Green says he is now prepared to sue the old rogue for breach of contract. "Keith has an exclusive agreement with me," growls Green. "I've been turning down TV offers for him because he's ill and then I find out he's doing this. He hasn't had the guts or decency to get in touch with his own manager. He had better do so pretty sharpish, as I'll be taking legal action."
Curiously, when I call the Novelli Academy, I'm hastily informed that Floyd's scheduled baking lessons on 23 May and 17 June have been postponed. Says a Novelli spokeswoman: "All that is a matter for Keith and his manger. Anyway, Jean now doesn't feel Keith is well enough."
Maybe Keira should shut her effing mouth...
Keira Knightley is, like, so normal that she swears. A lot. In September, film bosses allegedly asked the British actress to chew on her tongue, after she spent an interview plugging Atonement by pretending that she was the progeny of a sailor and his Essex fishwife.
Could someone please wash out Keira's mouth with a bar of Pears, for her cut-glass tones have again delivered a volley of pearly expletives more suited to the narration of a flesh flick.
In a 30-minute sitdown with this Thursday's Total Film mag to push The Edge of Love, her forthcoming Dylan Thomas biopic, Knightley, pictured in a scene from the film, cusses 30 times, including the dreaded "C-word". She describes the director John Maybury as a "fucker", and his style as "grimy... you think there could be somebody fucking in the back alley". When Keira's mother Sharman Macdonald, the movie's scriptwriter, demanded she sing, "I nearly shat myself". As for British people: "We're a fucking nasty bunch of. …