Well, we recorded the first edition of Confronting Heffer, which you will be able to see on Thursday. Simon had a raving cold, which was rather a shame as the Telegraph photographer kept urging us to get closer and closer until our noses were literally an inch apart. "You're not my type," he muttered darkly. "You're OK," I said, I don't go for gingas." We had to keep terribly serious during these photographs, but in the end I just burst out laughing. The thought of being the man nearest to snogging Mr Heffer in the whole country was just too risible. Perhaps I should have done it. I suspect it would have meant that the intended series would have become a pilot, and no more. Anyway, I hope to bring you the result of our posing later.
