Hello and welcome to our weekend release. This is our bonus podcast where we can see how

much extra content we can squeeze into a week. Random things that have been sent in extra

bits from the week and how our advice went down with you, our G&D, Ves.

Now something you said to me, only a couple of days ago, that you wanted. You were desperate

for. I think we all want this. Dare I say you were gagging. Yep. An entry from Williams

diary. Okay. We're going back to February 2015. This involves our executive producer's

steward. Wow. So we should just say, executive producer's now moved, intervision. Actually,

steward is fine in this. You have nothing to worry about. So I have my main diary, but

then I also, and I only did about five. I started to write diaries about dinner parties,

called the dinner party diaries. And I only ever wrote about five. This is one of them.

This is steward and I went to a mutual friend's dinner. I have changed names throughout

this. I know who's doing it is already. Here we go. Having entertained Fiona at Hansen

Towers last year, she was a surprise vegan, although one that mercifully ate fish when

dining out. I was heartened to receive an invitation to her own abode. Fiona lives

in a really super house in sail. An area of greater Manchester, some say, counts as

cheshire. I am not convinced. Although I had left the expected ten minutes in between

the stated arrival time, my actual arrival, I found I was the last to arrive. Steward

was already there, as were the other guests. A couple, namely a BBC news correspondent,

who I have called in this rob. And his girlfriend, Jane. Upon hearing the guest list the next

day, my brother said what we were all thinking that evening, but was too polite to say, I

thought Rob were gay.

Fiona introduced me to her husband. Can you remember who that was? Yes. Fiona introduced

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