I am not expecting much sympathy for this little cri de coeur. I had said, weeks ago, that I would be available for Question Time on 5 December. I hadn't then quite realised how close it would be to getting my Laughter book finally dispatched. I had thought that I might have had a good few weeks to catch up with the human race, and to prep gently with the newspapers.
In fact, I pressed the send button, gave my final lectures of term (actually last one tomorrow), have read great chunks of work from my very active PhD students, and am now beginning to wonder what kind of stuff will come up on the programme. (No, you dont know the questions in advance.)
In a way, that's why I like it. It is bit like doing an exam .. with all the question spotting, the prep, the thinking (and only humiliation facing you if you mess up, not (all being well) a career-ruining disaster).
Anyway, I have spent the last few days buying more newspapers than I could possibly read, of all political complexions, and trying to predict what the hot topics of the day will be in East London on Thursday.