Good afternoon.
Looking down, a flock of seagulls might have thought they'd been pipped at the post by some marauding magpies if they swept over today's police pay protest. Uniforms were banned but twenty two thousand white baseball caps gave the same message "United we dress, divided we fall".
To the fore, Mayor Livingstone - not in custody but in solidarity with the boys and girls normally in blue but today in civvies. Sticking to the colour theme, Harris was musing over what Brown would have made of the white-headed, thin blue line. More of the Master's thoughts on it all at 6.
Looking down, a flock of seagulls might have thought they'd been pipped at the post by some marauding magpies if they swept over today's police pay protest. Uniforms were banned but twenty two thousand white baseball caps gave the same message "United we dress, divided we fall".
To the fore, Mayor Livingstone - not in custody but in solidarity with the boys and girls normally in blue but today in civvies. Sticking to the colour theme, Harris was musing over what Brown would have made of the white-headed, thin blue line. More of the Master's thoughts on it all at 6.
The sister of a friend of mine - who was given millions in trust from her hugely successful father - was a Buddhist, didn't approve of cash, and bought a plot of land to build a prayer garden. Planning permission was denied and when she was forced to sell she made even more money. God, and/or Buddha, have a sense of humour. Anyway, tonight we have the property developer who found an original piece of Banksy art on a wall adjoining a bit of his land. It was in the way but, rather than flatten it, it appears he is spiriting it away. Question: is it his to "spirit" ? And, if the last Banksy wall went for over £200 k, what might our builder friend make? Damien grabs a pick and shovel to try to find out.
Katie and I have taken a pick and shovel to dig our way out of suggesting, last night, Spurs stood not a chance against the mighty Gooners. Oops. All five goals, several times over by way of penance, under the mighty boot of Jon.
And we do a David Mellor and don the Blues strip to muse over whether or not it might be an all London Carling Cup Final. Only the small issue of The Other Footballing Scousers, Everton, stands in the way.
Faye, more a netball or lacrosse babe, shed a tear at the preview of The Bucket List, Jack Nicholson's latest masterwork. We preview it and Jasmine is on the lookout for talent on the red carpet. Beware, Jasmine, if you hear "Here's Johnny!", run! Morgan Freeman is wandering around too, it seems, so all to play for at 6.
Papers, weather with Chrissie and our mighty newsbelt should see you safely from 6 to the Evening News with hardly the distraction of a cup of tea.
I've had two but I think I can last the course. Now for some chocolate.
See you at 6.
Alastair and Katie
