London Tonight Tonight

Good afternoon.
There is a time and place for everything but being in the wrong place at the wrong time can prove gravely troubling.
Had Chris Taylor not stepped out of a family charity event to have a row with his girlfriend he might still be alive.
Had an apparently 'good' Samaritan not been passing by, he most certainly would. It is a bizarre tale of good leading to evil, couched in mystery. Glen is our Alfred Hitchcock tonight.
Had Yvonne Fletcher not been on duty outside the Libyan People's Bureau more than a decade ago, she'd still be here. Had tensions between 'us' and 'them' not reached such an appalling low, she almost certainly would. You will remember her but you won't know her killer - none of us do; and you may or may not know the Libyans think we tried to kill their leader Colonel Gaddafi. How these oddities are linked together is in the hands of knot-master Jon Gilbert.
Had millions of children not lived in London and other intensely populated conurbations when Hitler invaded Poland, they might never have seen the country-side. Or at least, they might have seen it but of their own free will rather than at the diktat of Neville Chamberlain. And had Goerring nor ordered the Luftwaffe to bomb London, the capitol's Auxiliary Fire Brigade would not have lost so many souls nor created so many heroes. Ben wraps it up on this 70th anniversary of the outbreak of the Second World War.
If Beverley Knight decides she is not going to risk being in the studio at 6 , we have a problem. But she won't, so she'll be there telling us where she's been these last two years, to the echoes of her new album.
"Man swims down river to promote movie about swimming up two other rivers". Not a cross-word clue but an explanation as to why Lucy will be shivering not with the red carpet but with a cozy towel.
And if the No73 bus is not where it ought to be when it ought to be, we have the boy who can spot it in the instant of a "ping-ping". Room upstairs for a bit more explanation, all in the capable hands of Sangeeta "the clippie" Kandola.
Robin says it is the Big A today. I am only five feet seven so it can't be me. He was muttering about solstices and equinoxes so I am hooked. Hope you will be, too.
The Oz is looking at pictures of a small soiree I held at the weekend. They are funny in the sense that the children were supposed to be on the bouncy castle and not the adults. And the adults were supposed to be making intelligent conversation and not the children. Irony, I suppose; or maybe just happy revelry among chums. I can't recall and I don't even drink.
We'll both be there at 6 because we should and because we want to. Hope you exercise your freedoms in our favour.
Alastair and Alex.

Weather blog

 

Good evening,

 

As a weather presenter it's great when the weather does exactly what it's been forecast to do. It minimises the risk of dark looks, wagging fingers & whispered insults.

 

It's great unless you're at an air show as I was on Sunday. As predicted it stayed dry but after a minimally bright start the cloud thickened & lowered. Hours spent standing in a field with not a glimmer of sunshine chills a person to the marrow - regardless of how many flasks of tea & slices of fruit cake are consumed.

 

Although it didn't rain, the cloud base was very low & as a result a number of aircraft (don't ask me which ones) were unable to appear. Those that did, however, kept the crowds happy with endless 'fly-bys' occasionally opening & closing their bomb bays like mischievous toddlers flashing their knickers & the display was rounded off by the Red Arrows whose cavalier disregard for the cloud was truly impressive.

 

It was ultimately a successful event & the spectators seemed happy enough as they headed homewards, but there was no denying that it didn't feel like a summer's day. Now that September's underway & we have a period of blustery weather ahead of us, it won't be long before the A word is being bandied about with alarming regularity. I will try not to let it pass my lips any more than is absolutely necessary....

 

See you later,

 

Robin