Well now apparently it's Thursday. I've been getting the day wrong all week and I have no idea why. Why do some Wednesdays seem like Tuesday? Why do some Thursdays seem like Fridays? It's all a bit baffling to me.
I'm off to talk to Sir Ken 'Chuckles' Branagh this morning. He's the man behind (and in front of) the new Murder on the Orient Express. With the most talked-about moustache of the year. His Hercule Poirot is everything you'd imagine though whether his accent is sufficiently Belgian as opposed to French, I'm not equipped to say.
And tonight then we have Nigel's definitive bonfire night bangers and mash! Frankly who could ask for more! And how about a BONFIRE NIGHT playlist to run alongside the grub? Perfect!
All that, plus Liam Gallagher talking about his In Concert tonight. Which is Thursday night, obviously.
