IT'S A SHAME viewers in Northern Ireland don't see their native lass Gloria Hunniford's latest programme on London Weekend called Sunday, Sunday. If they're all as good as the one I saw, then they're missing out on some fun.
It's a pacey talk show that doesn't confine itself to the studio.
Her guests were Cliff Richard at his best and most relaxed. He was fascinating on his childhood, and I was astonished to discover he'd been born in India, coming back from a world of quite some privilege to what sounded close to penury in England.
Then we had Twiggy and Tommy Tune, her partner in Broadway success. If I hadn't fallen in love with Twiggy before, I would have done so all over again. She was positively aglow with delight, not at her Royal Command performance, not at her headline success in New York but that she had, at last, persuaded her mother to cross the Atlantic to come and see her little daughter on stage.
She clearly meant it. This was no arch performance for cameras or chroniclers. Matthew Kelly and Irene Handl popped up next, taking a look at the theatre and Dial 'M' for Murder in particular.
Matthew managed to let us know he didn't really enjoy the play without saying one bad thing about it. Irene didn't like it either and added that she'd never seen Peter Adamson alias Len Fairclough of Coronation Street.
Astonishment all round and that included this viewer.
Finally. Billy Connolly (whom I was prepared to dislike) had myself and Miss Hunniford eating out of his hand and falling around the place at his ribald Scots humour.