Out of the Frying Pan: Scenes from My Life
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Keith Floyd. Out of the Frying Pan: Scenes from My Life
Out of the Frying Pan
Keith Floyd
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Table of Contents
Ferrets, Faggots and Fishing
Typewriters and Burgundy
Floyd on Parade – Almost
Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane
Bistros, Boots and Bentleys
Halcyon Days
Flirty and Freedom
Afloat on the Med
Attention all Shipping
THIRTY-TWO HOURS
THE END
Draw Sword and Charge
Cameras, Fish and a Walk in the Garden
Food, Frying Pans and Fame
The Irish Period
The Leap out of the Frying Pan
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Scenes from My Life
I hope you’ll understand some of this and therefore understand a bit of me
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During the harvest I would join my Uncle Ken, who in exchange for shooting and hunting rights, was obliged to help out a farmer friend every autumn. We would stook corn as the tractor, towing its binder, inexorably moved into the final square of corn in the centre of the field. When that square was no more than twenty yards across the fun began. We would stand back in a circle, clutching sticks, around the square like slips round an anxious batsman. Then we boys were sent in to drive out the rabbits and hares that had taken refuge there.
Some days I might get one or two, possibly three rabbits, one of which would go into one of my mother’s great rabbit stews; the other two Ken would sell to the butcher for five shillings and give me one and six. Happy days! Another bonus of working on the farm was that I was occasionally allowed to drive the Ferguson T20 tractor, with the corn from the harvest on board. Sadly, one day, disaster struck when I misjudged both the gradient and the angle of turn on the ramp to the granary and capsized six tons of corn, twisted the towing hitch and narrowly escaped serious injury. Anticipating a massive bollocking, I waited for help from the farmer, Mr Hawkins. All he said was: ‘Not drive tractor again, Keith!’
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