I used to watch this show with my mother when I was quite young. Graham Kerr was a scream in those late-sixties, early-seventies days. He used to dip into the sherry bottle and by the time whatever he'd cooked was done, he was so hammered he could have made Dog Flops Diane and still thought it was tasty. The climax of the show was when he invited a member of his audience, usually a housewife who was stammering and babbling about how much she admired him, to sit down with him and enjoy whatever he'd prepared. All the recipes were for foods that would have given Nathan Pritikin a massive coronary just hearing about them, and while Graham Kerr is still alive and kicking, I wonder how many housewives he killed in the course of this show. LOL
Review of The Galloping Gourmet
