"It’s Saturday morning and it’s just gone 10 o’clock,” bellowed Vernon Kay, “and we are here! We are here! We are live!” Where, Vernon? I bellowed back from my kitchen.
Where are you? Admiring the sunrise from the top of mount Kilimanjaro? Hanging with the Rolling Stones at their mammoth 48-hour post-gig party? Hammering out a Middle East peace plan with Ban Ki-moon?
