During summer series, the presenters decamp to the lawn outside the production office to perform their morning read-through of the script while enjoying the sunshine and a fine view of the Stig hammering around the track in one of that week�s featured cars.
Obviously, while doing this Jeremy, Richard and James need somewhere to rest their scripts, cups of tea and � where applicable � bags of crisps. For countless summers past, that handy resting place has been The Spitfire Table, so named because sitting in balmy sunshine next to an airfield in southern England reminded Jeremy of being an RAF pilot awaiting orders to repel the Luftwaffe during the Second World War.
The weather for our first recording of the new series was glorious and everyone immediately decided it was too nice to run through the script indoors. But there was a problem. The Spitfire Table had GONE MISSING.
Every corner of the office was searched, every room in the studio investigated, yet still it could not be found. We fear someone may have nicked it.
So, if you see a large, round, wooden garden table with no especially noteworthy features but an awful lot of sentimental significance to three silly men off the telly, do please get in touch.
Apart from the loss of The Spitfire Table, everything went rather well at the studio yesterday. The studio links were vaguely comprehensible, the VTs played well with the audience, the news wasn�t accidentally conducted in Welsh without anyone noticing until all the cameras had been dismantled and it was too late to do it again.
Obviously, while doing this Jeremy, Richard and James need somewhere to rest their scripts, cups of tea and � where applicable � bags of crisps. For countless summers past, that handy resting place has been The Spitfire Table, so named because sitting in balmy sunshine next to an airfield in southern England reminded Jeremy of being an RAF pilot awaiting orders to repel the Luftwaffe during the Second World War.
The weather for our first recording of the new series was glorious and everyone immediately decided it was too nice to run through the script indoors. But there was a problem. The Spitfire Table had GONE MISSING.
Every corner of the office was searched, every room in the studio investigated, yet still it could not be found. We fear someone may have nicked it.
So, if you see a large, round, wooden garden table with no especially noteworthy features but an awful lot of sentimental significance to three silly men off the telly, do please get in touch.
Apart from the loss of The Spitfire Table, everything went rather well at the studio yesterday. The studio links were vaguely comprehensible, the VTs played well with the audience, the news wasn�t accidentally conducted in Welsh without anyone noticing until all the cameras had been dismantled and it was too late to do it again.
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