riveting episode of
Lewis
, here is your chance to play Whodunnit? Calls on a landline cost £1. On a mobile, could be anything. Here is tonight’s prize question:
In this episode of
Lewis
, who is in charge of the investigation? Is it: (a) Inspector Lewis (Kevin Whately)? (b) John Lewis (plc)? (c) Joe Louis?
Lines will remain open until Tuesday week. The number to call is . . .
. . . on this morning’s
Today
programme, John Humphrys – the noisy one with a bit of a Welsh accent – was talking to: (a) Margaret Beckett? (b) Mao
Tse-Tung? (c) Rory Bremner?
Ring 0207 580 4468 and ask to be put through to Cash For Questions. You will not be required to hang on for more than 30 minutes. Not many salesmen will call. If you are under ten years old,
take the food out of your mouth before speaking, and . . .
. . . thank you, Sian! Now it’s the moment all you weather-watchers have eagerly been waiting for, as the lines open for
Umbrella or No Umbrella
. Remember, it
could be YOU enjoying a slap-up fish dinner on the Met Office roof with Esther Rantzen if you can correctly answer tonight’s teaser. Did the lovely Sian just forecast: (a) Tsunamis light to
variable? (b) Sunny spells with the possibility of rain from the east later? (c) Meteorite showers? Ring the number on your screens right now. If you have any special dietary requirements, terms
and conditions apply. Remember to put your tick in the Publicity Please box in this week’s
Radio Times
if you wish to be famous, and send it to us, enclosing £5 to cover,
should you win, our registered reply . . .
. . . which just about wraps up another fabulous
Charlotte Church Show
. Except of course for our big-money phone-in competition, Who Said F*** Tonight? Was it:
(a) Nelson Mandela? (b) The Dalai Lama? (c) Everybody?
The number to call is on the bottom of your screens right now. If numbers are not your thing, you are allowed to ask a smart friend to help, although in those circumstances you may be required
to share tonight’s star prize, a month in Bangor and a really big cake, worth almost . . .
. . . may just be time for tonight’s
News Quiz
. Did Huw say that the missiles were heading for (a) Rockall? (b) South Uzeira? (c) London?
Ring the number on your screen, but do please make it sharpish, and here’s a handy clue: if you happen to live in South Uzeira or Rockall, you may well have an outside chance of collecting
tonight’s . . .
What Did Me In The Holidays
T O all the thousands of you reading this in plaster, in traction, and in bitter self-reproach, you have my deepest
sympathy. Particularly as you have just come back – or, rather, been brought back – from your first big holiday break of the season. Many of you, indeed, are limping on that break; a
lousy pun, I agree, but I shan’t be deploying any really classy puns today, since the last thing I want is to have you in more stitches than you already are.
I know all this because I have seen the RoSPA report stating that holiday injuries are increasing exponentially year on year, but only partly because people are annually taking ever more
adventurous trips: while it is to be expected that those engaged in whitewater bungee-jumping or carrying an alligator up the north face of the Eiger may encounter a twinge or two, my concern is
for the vast majority of holidaymakers who, according to RoSPA, hurt themselves by taking minor exercise to which they are not accustomed and for which they have not prepared.
Since RoSPA therefore advocates basic pre-holiday training, let me offer a few tips. Pack your case a month before you leave, and practice throwing it into the boot of your car every day, so
that when your Bulgarian mini-jalopy driver turns up to take you to Heathrow and stares at you while you lug your case out, your shoulder will be up to the task of chucking it on top of his filthy
spare wheel. This exercise will also strengthen muscles required later when you have to get your
Lewis
, here is your chance to play Whodunnit? Calls on a landline cost £1. On a mobile, could be anything. Here is tonight’s prize question:
In this episode of
Lewis
, who is in charge of the investigation? Is it: (a) Inspector Lewis (Kevin Whately)? (b) John Lewis (plc)? (c) Joe Louis?
Lines will remain open until Tuesday week. The number to call is . . .
. . . on this morning’s
Today
programme, John Humphrys – the noisy one with a bit of a Welsh accent – was talking to: (a) Margaret Beckett? (b) Mao
Tse-Tung? (c) Rory Bremner?
Ring 0207 580 4468 and ask to be put through to Cash For Questions. You will not be required to hang on for more than 30 minutes. Not many salesmen will call. If you are under ten years old,
take the food out of your mouth before speaking, and . . .
. . . thank you, Sian! Now it’s the moment all you weather-watchers have eagerly been waiting for, as the lines open for
Umbrella or No Umbrella
. Remember, it
could be YOU enjoying a slap-up fish dinner on the Met Office roof with Esther Rantzen if you can correctly answer tonight’s teaser. Did the lovely Sian just forecast: (a) Tsunamis light to
variable? (b) Sunny spells with the possibility of rain from the east later? (c) Meteorite showers? Ring the number on your screens right now. If you have any special dietary requirements, terms
and conditions apply. Remember to put your tick in the Publicity Please box in this week’s
Radio Times
if you wish to be famous, and send it to us, enclosing £5 to cover,
should you win, our registered reply . . .
. . . which just about wraps up another fabulous
Charlotte Church Show
. Except of course for our big-money phone-in competition, Who Said F*** Tonight? Was it:
(a) Nelson Mandela? (b) The Dalai Lama? (c) Everybody?
The number to call is on the bottom of your screens right now. If numbers are not your thing, you are allowed to ask a smart friend to help, although in those circumstances you may be required
to share tonight’s star prize, a month in Bangor and a really big cake, worth almost . . .
. . . may just be time for tonight’s
News Quiz
. Did Huw say that the missiles were heading for (a) Rockall? (b) South Uzeira? (c) London?
Ring the number on your screen, but do please make it sharpish, and here’s a handy clue: if you happen to live in South Uzeira or Rockall, you may well have an outside chance of collecting
tonight’s . . .
What Did Me In The Holidays
T O all the thousands of you reading this in plaster, in traction, and in bitter self-reproach, you have my deepest
sympathy. Particularly as you have just come back – or, rather, been brought back – from your first big holiday break of the season. Many of you, indeed, are limping on that break; a
lousy pun, I agree, but I shan’t be deploying any really classy puns today, since the last thing I want is to have you in more stitches than you already are.
I know all this because I have seen the RoSPA report stating that holiday injuries are increasing exponentially year on year, but only partly because people are annually taking ever more
adventurous trips: while it is to be expected that those engaged in whitewater bungee-jumping or carrying an alligator up the north face of the Eiger may encounter a twinge or two, my concern is
for the vast majority of holidaymakers who, according to RoSPA, hurt themselves by taking minor exercise to which they are not accustomed and for which they have not prepared.
Since RoSPA therefore advocates basic pre-holiday training, let me offer a few tips. Pack your case a month before you leave, and practice throwing it into the boot of your car every day, so
that when your Bulgarian mini-jalopy driver turns up to take you to Heathrow and stares at you while you lug your case out, your shoulder will be up to the task of chucking it on top of his filthy
spare wheel. This exercise will also strengthen muscles required later when you have to get your
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