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The weather on the morning dog walk was glorious and I was enjoying the warm sun on my face, until I remembered it was November and thought, “Hold on, that's not right.†A taxi driver earlier in the week had pointed out that the leaves were still on most of the deciduous trees. We agreed that this wasn't good. And yet my Twitter feed throws up several middle aged men still laughing at the idea that the globe might be warming (or if it is that that has anything to do with mankind). It doesn't really matter what's responsible (it's humans though), if things are heating up then we need to do all we can to stop that happening. Just because you don't want something to be true doesn't mean it is. If 98% of experts isn't proof enough for you, then surely the evidence of your own eyes and skin?
It's called weather.
Apparently.
Into town again this morning to pre record Loose Ends and then be live on the Adrian Chiles show. The former was at old Broadcasting House, a place that I spent a lot of time in or around thirty years ago. Back then I was an overexcited scrote with a full scrotum and people must have wondered what I was doing there (my scrotum wasn't out) and now I am a grey-haired monoball and the lady on reception knew who I was. It's only taken 30 years, but man I've arrived.
Always nice to come back here and Loose Ends is always fun and you get to meet some amazing people. It's a good line up this week, though Thaddea Graham had the most incredible story as she was left on a doorstep in China as a newborn, then lived in an orphanage, before being adopted by a couple from Northern Ireland. And now she's a successful actor. That beats having one of your balls cut off.
In the old days after Loose Ends was over the guests and host would all go over to the pub and have a drink and some pies, but after an affable chat in the studio we all headed our separate ways.
I had lunch and then went over to New Broadcasting House (which is next door to the old one) where the lady on reception not only didn't recognise me, but didn't seem able to grasp my name “Harrington?†or indeed the name of Adrian Chiles. You'd think they had guests coming in for his show every day, but it was like she'd never heard of him. Well that's showbusiness.
I am kind of in love with Adrian Chiles. He is a fascinating man who wears his heart on his sleeve and seems intrigued and bored by everything simultaneously. He couldn't wait to tell me about his own testicular hypochondria - and it's this kind of honesty that made his RHLSTP so special (we even cut a couple of bits out as he'd been so open about stuff that I hadn't even asked him about!). Sometimes it feels like he isn't really listening, but this might be because he knows he's on the radio so doesn't bother giving visual cues. It's quite a good interviewing technique anyway, as it puts the impetus on the guest to speak and all sounds great to the people who are only listening. It was hard to believe it was actually going out on the radio from where I was sitting. But apparently it was.
