I remember Jennifer and Ren getting married - can it really be 11 years ago this evening? - and the amazing effort the staff at Hammersmith Hospital put in to make it a truly joyous and memorable occasion. There was Champagne and cake, which Eliot did a grand job of serving.

I remember Colin Margerison, production editor at the Mail on Sunday, who I learned today passed away last week. We knew it was coming, but it's still a shock. I never could work out whether he liked me or not, but as he kept booking me in for shifts I suppose he can't have thought I was that much of a prat. There are pictures of Colin here.

I remember one of Thelma's sayings: "Fucking cancer..."