Just a short post tonight, because of time constraints. All has gone well, what with Octopussy as the film, and X factor for those less enamoured with Mr Bond. Sweet rations, of course, and good behaviour on the part of one and all.

The junior debate on whether the boys should be allowed to keep pets at school, and whether belief in the paranormal is irrational, had at least one young man confused completely, as he hadn't realised that there were, in fact, two separate debates, and ended up opining about alien gerbils, or something like that!

Casualty was pretty good, and one can't help but feel sorry for Ruth, even in spite of her manipulation. Whether Charlie will ever forgive her for such subversive behaviour remains to be seen ....

The Festival of Remembrance was tremendous, as always. Huw Edwards, with whom I have dealings in my capacity as a Board member of the National College of Music, London (he's our Patron), always leads it with such gravitas and distinction. As he said to me, 'You simply can't get it wrong'.

Anyway, that's enough for now, and I may see some of you tomorrow.

Goodnight.