Throwback Thursday: Gyles and The One Show

 

The story behind today's Throwback Thursday picture deserves an article in itself, but that'll have to keep for another day.  I was asked by the BBC to help out with a slot for The One Show, which was being presented by Gyles Brandreth. It was a crime piece and involved an Edinburgh police officer in a series of unfortunate events. The producer sent along a DVD of the slot at the time and if it ever surfaces from the cupboard under the stairs, where the DVDs now reside, I'll post it.

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