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An acknowledged expert on every subject. Richard is the host of the UK’s most popular tea-time talk show. His hobbies include skiing wet sports breaking endurance records and creating world-shattering inventions in his garden remove. His dislikes are many and include squirrels tap dancers turnips rosy cheeked farmers hostage situations. El Greco. Bulgaria. Tony Robinson ear wax the word ‘humungous’. Tetley tea bags. North Korea. Eric Clapton suffragettes mimosa beard trimmers move tape manilla envelopes and 60s pop sensation Lulu. He lives in London with his wife Judy.
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