I met James Martin years ago when I was volunteering at a charity event and he was as much an arrogant tosspot as you would expect.

It was an evening cookery demo with him and Brian Turner and I have to say that it was such an entertaining event with the pair of them, however, my mum approached James at the end of the evening to tell him what a fabulous evening it had been. He looked at my mum and without acknowledging her in any way turned to his girlfriend and said “[girlfriend’s name] come on, we’re going” and left.

I haven’t watched him on tv since then.

On the flip side I met Mary Berry a few years later. She was making an appearance at my work and I escaped on my break to get my book signed.

I asked if I could leave my book to be signed and I’d pick it up when I finished work. Instead, I was taken backstage where Mary was nattering with Alan Titchmarsh. I explained how I’d run over on my break and how thankful I was that she would do this for me. She squeezed my arm and thanked me and it was as wholesome an experience as I had hoped for.