Noah to God: Fine.
Just one question.
What's an "ark" ?
It felt a bit that way this morning in London and , suddenly, as if the dove of peace had landed on my upturned hand and the rainbow of promise had bathed our street in bright pastels, it stopped.
But we have pictures of all that happened in between : from our brilliant cameramen and women, and from you, at your very best, with mobile phones and videos. Get your wellies and sou'westers on and be there at 6. Glen risks the deeps on our collective behalves so you won't miss a frame.
Americans don't do irony but they do in Wandsworth: in the midst of the deluge, a bolt of lightning struck a block of flats causing a rather frightening fire. As gallons of water fell from the sky, yet more gallons of water jetted up - from the brave men and women of the LFB.
The latest on that at 6 as the Met say avoid Wandsworth at all costs. Unless you're a duck.
Our producer Faye is young, beautiful and very gifted: but she is young. OMD were part of the soundtrack to my early twenties - Tamzin, I thought rather cruelly, just pointed out that her dad liked them, too. And then poured salt into my wounds by the sackful by flipantly announcing her dad retires today. Age shall not weary them? Yeah, yeah...
Anyway, Faye was less clear about OMD but bravely commissioned a piece on their comeback. In the hands of Steve Hargrave, all should be well. (What would Faye do, I worry, if they DID find Elvis on the moon? It troubles me).
James King reviews the movies tonight. Apparantly Faye and The Boss have a little competition to see who can write the funniest caption explaining who he is and/or what he does: see if you can spot it tonight and, indeed, in future weeks. It is Friday. We like having a little fun. Yes, I know: it really is a very "little" fun....
Finally, for the political classes, me included, we will confirm what happened in Ealing last night. General Election October 25th 2007. You heard it here first.
Plus papers, weather (if they dare !!) and What Not to Miss for your weekend planning. Faye wasn't sure we had room but Tamzin insisted.
As I conclude, traffic wardens are dealing with cars that were abandoned by their owners when caught in the rain. You won't believe what they are doing but, if you tune in at six, be more than ready to take up arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them. (apologies to Shakespeare)
Tamzin and I, all the whole damp team who can't wait for dry socks and cocoa, hope you will be there at 6.
Alastair
