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London Tonight Tonight Thursday 26th April

Good afternoon - it's all a bit of a mess tonight: baked beans all over the place, up-turned buses and smoke and soot draping Deptford. Katie is on assignment so let me try to tidy things up a bit.

Faye, our lovely Producer, likes hers with HP or Worcester sauce. I said I preferred them with a bit of grated cheese on top, and we both confessed to having eaten them cold after a bit of a night on the town. Cilla Black advertised them and kids make unnecessary jokes about them. Hugh Grant, ALLEGEDLY, throws them at paparazzi photographers or so the snapper claims. A lesson in culinary arts or the science of ballistics? All will be revealed by Simon at 6.

I once had a film crew at my house doing Through the Keyhole. My dog Charlie flattered Lloyd Grossman and ran off with the lighting-man's cardigan. When they came into the house they put cotton bags over their shoes and left everything as they had found it. Very sweet and we remained apologetic about Charlie's behaviour in the garden.
When the company who made the film 28 Weeks Later revisited London, they managed to wreck what they hadn't wrecked the first time they came to make 28 Days Later. God knows what they'll do if they ever make 28 Years Later.
And I don't know if it's a good movie or not, but it's certainly great pictures: Chrissie will guide you through.

Deptford is a wonderful and fascinatingly historic bit of London which, alas, caught fire this morning: no-one was hurt but the borough is looking a bit Great Fire of London-ish again as Jon discovered.

Our favourite Harrow School boy, who went into space, is back and talking to us from the Science Museum. Is there life out there? Are the aliens nicer than the kids he went to school with in Harrow? Tune in to find out at 6.
Willsy, who wields a mean putter, is hoping to avoid the rough this evening: that's progress...


Chip chip.


Alastair