IF MATT Golinski doesn't like being referred to as a celebrity chef anymore, that's fine with me.
After seeing the man in the flesh at the combined Swich On and Swichettes fundraising dinner on Saturday night, I think the title of "Champion Bloke" is much more fitting.
As most of us would have heard, Matt has been about as close to hell as you can get without dying.
He's got a story that will make you well up with tears one minute, then jump four feet in the air for the good things you've got in your life.
Matt in person is as positive an individual as you could hope to meet - both inspiring and funny - despite what happened to him and his family less than three years ago.
And yes, for the record, he doesn't like the title of celebrity chef - a point which he emphasised in terms that I am unfortunately not able to repeat in what is still loosely considered a family publication.
Jokes aside, what Matt's story conveys is the strength of some human beings and their ability to recover from the most horrific trauma.
When this fella woke up from a two-month coma, the top half of his body was covered in full-thickness burns, he couldn't see and could barely move.
The bottom half of his body had been liberated of skin to fashion skin grafts for the top half.
Worst of all, he was then told that his wife and three daughters had died.
It's impossible to imagine yourself in that situation, but it's not hard to imagine why, after Matt woke up for the first time, he wondered why anybody bothered to keep him alive.
As he explained to a captivated audience on the weekend, it was only after he realised the outpouring of love from complete strangers that he found a reason to battle on. Thankfully, he pulled through. As a result, we are all blessed with this fella's presence - whether it is for his cooking prowess or just for his inspiring words.
I would just like to say thank you, Matt Golinski, for putting my petty gripes into perspective.