On the road listening to Sarah Kennedy...
...off to see Sir Tel on the wireless - another surreal day in my life. Marky Mark at the wheel, Noah in the back - the boys are on the move.
Have to leave this early to ensure we're not late, even though we will probably be an hour early. Can't be tardy for the great man, not on his penultimate show for heaven's sake.
"What do you want me to do ?" I asked his producer .
"Oh, don't worry about that," replied Lord Boyd of the Barrowlands. . .
Of course, what was I thinking?
P.S. Alas, there was no hidden message in the "who will be next to join us on the sofa ?" reference yesterday.
P.P.S. Obama, you had me at hello but I see you have already been rescued by an O2 angel, so we'll see you there.
P.P.P.S. Loads of snow predicted for tomorrow morning - 8 inches plus they say - will The Togfather even make it in for his last ever show.
P.P.P.P.S. Already getting teary thinking about his last Brekkie radio appearance - again.