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My friend Jules died today.

I haven’t had much time to write here, as the regular reader may have noticed. We’re now halfway through studio filming with The Big Bang, and it’s going rather well. New boy Sam has learned at a genuinely frightening pace; it’s been a fascinating experience learning with him. He’s excellent. Kate’s been a huge help bringing him up to speed too, as has new director Vic – who somehow manages to blend creativity and drive with immense patience. Which is pretty much a requirement on this show.

…which is itself an indication that progress has been a tad slow. Nevertheless, we’re roughly on schedule, and I’m not overly worried about the week ahead. We should get done. More importantly, what we’re doing is excellent stuff. I think – and it’s always hard to judge at this stage, but I think – the best we’ve done. Excellent items, some extremely funny performances, and some good science. It’s a cheeky show; we’ve twice had to do another take because the exec producer giggled over the first one. Which is a good sign, I tend to think.

Speaking of the exec: one significant improvement from previous years has been the support from The Powers That Be. I’ll have to seriously revise my opinion of working for Granada if this carries on; not only is the production manager an absolute sweetheart, but the new exec is excellent too, and the head of department made the effort to come and visit and take us to dinner. It’s almost like we’re a legitimate production, or something.

Other news: not a whole lot, really. The Roadster is now officially run in, following a glorious evening blat to Scarborough with Anna on Friday; Jack and I have been posing around Leeds with the roof off today. Mighty fun, I tell you.

Right, that’s me. We’re back on camera 08:30 – 19:00 tomorrow, and I need my beauty sleep. There’s also some little niggle about needing scripts for tomorrow, but I’ll work out what that’s about in the morning.

Keep reading Alan’s weblog for Jules. Yes, just being there, reading, helps.

OK, something more exciting than studio filming happened to me today. Jersey Royal new potatoes happened.

Normally, I’m of the opinion that mashed potatoes are about as good as life gets. A plausible exception is roast spuds, ideally with a little garlic crushed over them part-way through cooking. But New Jersey Royals, with those papery skins…

Wow.

Reason for recent quietude: today was the first day of studio filming for The Big Bang, my current project. It went… it went pretty well. I hesitate because it was quite slow, but what we got on tape was very good. New presenter Sam continues to learn at a genuinely intimidating rate, making different mistakes from one take to the next (which is more than one can ask for, really). Kate was excellent as ever. Props mostly worked, and as usual the least prepared researcher was… me.

Top marks for the day must go to madman Jack and his marble rollercoaster, a work of staggering simplicity and not inconsiderable beauty. On camera, it was stunning – the cameramens’ eyes lit up as soon as they saw it through viewfinders.

High marks also to my new executive producer, who in barely two weeks in the job has rendered herself nigh-on indispensable. I’ve usually disagreed with execs enough to distrust them in general: suddenly, I find myself agreeing, arguing productively, and learning from one. Which is exactly how it should be, and the series is improving as a result.

I’m thoroughly enjoying working with the new director, with whom I feel like I’ve been working for years even though we’ve barely even met; the new designer’s tweaks to the set are wholly welcome also.

In short, my basic plan this year of ‘shake the whole thing up without breaking more than we have before’ seems to be working. Which is rather exciting. I only hope I can keep up.

Van Helsing – the film that puts the ‘OTT’ in ‘Gotthick.’

Gloriously awful, it is, whether you’re playing ‘Spot the Gothic literary reference,’ ‘Count the buckles,’ ‘Second-guess the eight-foot-high storyline signposting,’ ‘Work out exactly how many Bond films they watched,’ or just plain falling off your seat at the sheer lunacy of it all. OK, so I was absolutely in the mood for mindless fun (and hence ‘out of their minds fun’ was a bonus), but really – that’s one of the funniest films I’ve seen in years. It is a comedy, right? Right?

And what’s with Kate Beckinsale? Is she only making vampire vs. werewolf flicks these days? Does she have a contract rider requiring corsets and very tight trousers? Or has she finally given up taking herself remotely seriously?

Is it just me, or does BBC News Online seem to have lost its editorial way? It’s almost like… like the stories are exactly the wrong length. They’re too long to be read in a quick scan (cf. Teletext), but too short to impart much more information than the headline. Then there’s the writing style, which often reads like a summary of a news broadcast. Take this story for an example – those aren’t paragraphs, they’re sentences.

I wonder if there’s been some behind-the-scenes streamlining of the editorial workflow, to better share stories between different media? If so, they’re not being adequately repurposed for the web, folks. Sorry, but I notice myself using Guardian Online far more than I did even a few months ago, despite their diabolically badly-implemented registration system.

Oh, that’s fun.

This morning, I took delivery of the aforementioned bonkers German sports car, then like a good boss drove straight back to the office and parked it in a large puddle. No, really, I did. OK, so I did have a quick spin out at lunchtime. And then I joined the gang in the pub this evening via the not-exactly-direct route. But for the whole afternoon I only looked out of the window a few times. Barely at all, in fact.

Then tonight I took a spin up to Ilkley Moor, coming back over the twisty tops past the Cow & Calf rocks.

What a glorious thing. It’s surprisingly comfortable, the gearbox and I are beginning to come to an arrangement, and the noise is superb. The steering is rather too light, but round the twisty bits it’s a hoot… and you can’t sniff at 50mpg cross-country, which is what it reckons its doing.

There are still plenty of buttons with functions that are entirely obscure to me, and I’ve no idea what half the displays mean either. Now I’ve worked out how to turn on the extra speakers, however, the stereo doesn’t sound too shabby – but the soundtrack so far has mostly been glorious turbo twitter, which kicks in no matter what you do with the loud pedal. Tee-hee.

Yes, it’s a hoot. I shall enjoy my evening pootle up to Glasgow tomorrow. With a very wide grin.

Quite how I’m going to get my bike back home, I’ve no idea. I’ve not thought this through at all. Ah, well, never mind. Oh, and as it turns out, my mother does approve. I thought she might – she’s the petrol-head of the family, really.

So… as it turned out, the local Mercedes dealer was keen to sell me a Smart Roadster. Like, really keen. They ended up offering me a stupendous trade-in, and what with a price rise due in a week, it starts to look like I’ll barely lose money over another Cooper even if I only keep the thing for six months. So…

Let’s just say that my trip to Glasgow next weekend will not be a quick one. Ah, the joys of running in.

Metallic blue and silver, by the way. With the funky three-spoke wheels, and a surprising number of toys inside, including the all-important paddle shifters.

Now: remind me why I always seem to do this when I’m right in the middle of the busiest part of a production? I seem to recall taking delivery of the Mini, then immediately driving to a British Oxygen depot to pick up a cylinder, before driving to Rockingham. Which was a bit of a git, actually – track time going free, but only 300 miles on the clock and a 3500rpm redline.