#keith floyd

[keithfloydno1fan]

A fancam I’ve been working on

[funeral]

Given our apparently linear, sequential experiencing of past, present and future, we quite naturally interpret time as a constant instead of in terms of a construct...Contrary to common conviction, we may all rest assured that nothing has ever happened in the past and that nothing will ever happen in the future. Everything that happens happens at the moment of being, right now, or not at all. We have memory traces that we conveniently refer to as "the past," and we have anticipations that we confidently regard as "the future," but being itself is of the present, and ever was, is and shall be. Now is none other than that inconceivably subtle (non-existent?) interface between "past" and "future." Paradoxically enough, our present is indeed a generous gift-of absolutely everything and nothing.

—Keith Floyd, Of Time and the Mind

[gayness-and-mayhem]

Ok, I think I may have finally reached the point of insanity, but I've decided I'm just gonna make a post of all the people who the people ik irl have never heard of.

Part 1

Just David Cook reprimanding the creepy af original Bungle (played by John Leeson). He's pretty cool, he created Hetty Wainthropp and literally no one appears to have heard of him. Apart from Ian McKellen, but unfortunately I don't know Ian McKellen irl. He also appeared in The Bill 3 times if that makes any difference.

Mike Yarwood being cool w/ a pipe. Yes I go on about him all the time and no I don't care. He's the godfather of impressionism and anyone who slags him off can go away. I cropped out Harold Wilson because he was unnecessary.

David Frost. Yeah, I know right? Insane! People have never heard of David Frost. I wonder where the fuck they've been living because it certainly isn't in my world.

Russell Harty. Watched a documentary where all the celebrities were being horrible about him and got really fucking angry so just don't.

Keith Floyd. My first memory of him was on Saturday Kitchen and he was just sitting on a rock, cooking and drinking red wine from the bottle.

Tom Clarkson from Waterloo Road.

This dog I saved to my account and named Norman. Oh, and also Peter Purves. Ik, it's insane. How could anyone not know Norman?!

Dirk fucking Bogarde (y'all, ik. They're uncultured swines).

This carrot I found.

Joint rear of the year 1986 winners Michael Barrymore and Anneka Rice.

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

I think that I must be one of the luckiest chaps in the whole world; I travel it, I eat it, I drink it, I smell it and I touch it.

Keith Floyd

[bi-accident]

[countrytweeds]

Keith Floyd is my spirit animal... if you don't know Keith please immediately go to YouTube and look him up

[funeral]

Contrary to what everyone knows is so, it may not be the brain that produces consciousness, but rather that it is Consciousness that creates the appearance of the brain, matter, space, time, and everything else that we are pleased to interpret as the physical universe.

Keith Floyd, Of Time and the Mind

[funeral]

To think about thinking, to wonder about wondering, to feel strongly about feeling strongly: these are perhaps uniquely human forms of awareness. This capacity to reflect upon itself—i.e., reflection upon reflection—appears fundamental to the nature of human consciousness. This thinking about thinking about thinking..., Arthur Koestler has called "the paradox of the ego spiral." It is at once our triumph and our tragedy, for in this very human process reside equal potentials for ecstasy and anguish. The moment one thinks a thought, the thinker (subject) and the thought (object) may be experienced as one in the unitary process of thinking. When this occurs, it is as if two mirrors have been opposed and each reflects the other into an infinite regression of reflective depth—past the speed of light, out of time altogether. It is an immediate, direct experience of the infinite within one's own consciousness. On the other hand (the right?), just as we possess the capacity for experiencing the ecstatic heights of union and wholeness in that reflective depth, so do we have an equal capacity for fragmentation and the schizoid splitting of ourselves into thinker and thought, body and mind, feeling and action.

—Keith Floyd, Of Time and the Mind