Good afternoon.
I was engaged in deep conversation with Faye who is back from a brief break and in charge, once again, of this ship of State. I share that with you in passing, to make the point that I missed the tea-trolley: Robin kindly got me a cup of tea but, alas, no-one got me my almost statutory bar of chocolate. Time moves on and I am trapped at my desk so if I seem a little slower than normal it is not age but a lack of confectionary stimulant.
I think, however, that the adrenalin rich prospect of Ken on the sofa will put that right and it won't add to my waistline. Katie and I look forward to an enlightening conversation with your Mayor and, given, May 1st creeps ever closer, here will be another chance for you to form, re-form or re-cast your view of the man who would be Mayor for another 4 years.
By which time the leak in Marylebone will surely have been repaired. TfL apologised: it was their lot that did it. Great pictures but serious inconvenience for the good people who live and work there.
Lewis Hamilton, who drives exotic race cars faster than anyone apart from a Scandinavian with a silly name, went to work to gear up for the next F1 season which opens next month. Work was practice in Spain: Spain is where the arch-rival he successfully dispatched last year, hails from and is a country which embraced fascism for some little time half a century ago. You'd have thought they would have got over both facts but the behaviour Glen reports at Lewis' practice runs may leave you worried that, in the larger of the two Iberian nations, memories are long and unsavory.
Faye, by the way, was in the Caribbean for a wedding and it shows. I, on the other hand, am cold - denied chocolate and cursed with flagging spirits.
I turn to Chrissie for some compassion and good news; I turn to the papers with no hope of good news nor compassion, so I throw myself at the feet of this running order in firm and constant belief we have crafted another uplifting and enlightening piece of work.
Hope so, or the powers that be will send Faye away again, with Katie and me in tow - that might be our only way of getting to the Caribbean. No, your interests come first, dear viewers: honest!
See you at 6.
Alastair & Katie.
