Land of My (friend's) Fathers. Does that count?
Traffic here is demented. There are some days where, even with the best services of the R2 travel team, life on the capital's roads is guaranteed to drive you crazy. I could have driven to Leicester in the time it took me to do the school run. And it would have been more fun. Breathe. Relax. Let it go.
Busy day yesterday and today as I skit hither and thither chatting to different radio folk around the country. Robert Elms who does a show BBC London told me a confession of his which featured him being sick on the King of Bhutan. Now this was instantly a classic. We have had plenty of royalty tales but not one like this. The added spice comes from the fact that the King is considered a god as well as royalty. If you going to get altitude sickness, might as well get a story out of it. Nice one Robert. Today I shall try to get a confession out of Fred MacCauley and Richard Bacon on their respective shows. although I think I know some of Richard's already...
Noel Gallagher was great fun I thought. His thoughts on computers and fronting a band were more like stand up than an interview. Today it's Nigel with a steak Tartare and I confess to being a tad concerned. Raw has never done it for me. Not really. Meat is for cooking. I do not kill sabre-tooth tigers, I do not wear animal skin and I like gas mark 9 for 40minutes with shallots and cloves. I like meat bloodless, no pink anywhere so I shall approach with care. But in the end, Nigel will triumph of course.
And with the imminent arrival of our Welsh rugby shirts (Matt and I are going for those skin tight ones) we'll go for songs we can play for THE WELSH RUBGY TEAM as they take on France on Saturday in the RU World Cup. Great atmosphere building ahead of the match so this is our bit (not much of a bit I agree) to wave the flag. WALES and RUGBY should do us fine.
Have a free-flowing and congestion free Thursday, see you after 5