This is the BBC.

So can you do the description of where we are?

Let's see if I can do justice to it.

We are in. Now, I don't know the architectural term,

but we're in an enclosed stone place on a broiling hot day in central London.

Very close to the shard.

In fact, you could almost say we're in a place that's close bosom friend to the majestic shard.

And that is a quote from which poet?

Is that from John Keats?

Yes, who famously wrote in ode to autumn,

close bosom friend of the maturing sun.

God, you're really showing your skills here now.

I'm just gently, we're not so gently, at least shove my breast out

instead of the fact that I had something to say.

I pretended not to notice that.

I'm a little bit worried about the description of us being inside a kind of stone edifice.

It sounds a little bit like we've already been entombed.

Once again, you've got ahead of the pack.

We haven't mentioned the reason that John Keats is relevant.

For some reason, there's a little tiny statue of John Keats in this stone place.

Well, we didn't know, and we should just...

I mean, there's nothing to be proud of in one's ignorance, but we should confess it.

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