As part of my drive to actually get round to doing the remaining filming, I got back in touch with microlite pilot Dave Read, who promptly set up an arial excursion for tomorrow morning. So whilst every sane person is still lying in their beds, I shall be in a two-seater bit of cloth with an engine, trying desperately to hold my camera steady as we sail majestically over the Malvern Hills – or I might puke up and kill someone, like the dropping-an-AA-battery-from-the-top-of-the-Eiffel-Tower scenario. I leave everything I own to Mark Hamill. He needs it more than me. Especially dead me.