Snapshot. Tea on top of the boat in patchy sun. Now I'm sitting at my desk rewriting this conference speech as the actors lounge round the corner. Hilary's spraying hairspray all over everything. Tommy - or could be Neil or Matt - is playing the guiter. Cari and Yvonne are over at the pub, dog-hairing. There's much tearing of vouchers in a bid to win us this Evening News award. Jacques just cried out "Claire will never know" - should have been concentrating on them and not this. Foolhardy.