This week sees
the return of my favourite tv programme, Have I Got News For You? When
I was invited to take part last October I was both excited and
nervous; Paul and Ian enjoy taking MPs apart during the show - what
would happen to me?
HIGNFY is made in
a tower block down river from the London Eye, and is recorded the
evening before transmission, so that it is topical, but the producers
have time to edit it and include all the best bits in the final
programme.
I got there about
six and was taken to a little dressing room, where I was told my red
suit would disappear into the set, but my African shirt would be fine.
Then to make-up, met Paul and Ian, and into the studio, where we were
told exactly where to sit, when to answer, when we could but in, and
so on.
Some food - a
salad in my dressing room - and finally it was time for the show to
start. I was on Paul's team opposite Ian and Trisha Goddard, with
po-faced Jack Dee in the chair. The chairperson’s pieces are scripted,
but all the rest is off the cuff.
The questions
began rather quietly, and to my surprise I got some points; I had
expected Ian and Paul to know all the answers and reel them off. They
were superbly quick and spontaneous, but the pressure wasn't nearly as
bad as in Mastermind, and this was much more fun. I was glad I had
read a few newspapers during the previous week – probably the best
preparation.
Although I had
half-expected to be torn apart, I could not have been more wrong. Both
Paul and Ian were charming and friendly; they weren't even rude to me,
and the whole evening was a good laugh.
Worried that
Trisha and I would not say much; the producers got Jack to ask several
supplementary questions, which meant we were in the studio for more
than an hour, but the audience did not seem to mind.
After the show we
all celebrated in the bar on the top floor, with a superb view over
the lights of London. My only regret was that I failed during the show
to get in my prepared joke: my critics say that all I do is
testiculate - wave my arms about while talking bollocks.