"I'm going to hit a ball now. Honest."

Oh hurray, it's raining again. Happily, while the second Noah saga is raging outside, we're in the middle England (Wales?) pub warmth of Baskerville Hall, where artists and crew are playing a rousing game of pool.

Ooh what's this? "Come and see my pants!" begs the flyer that's just been dropped in front of our pint. "Er, no, how about come and see my food?" says Jim. Boys are so boring when they're hungry.

Despite it being so soggy, the A Rum Do name has already coerced a number of people into donning their best bib and tucker. A couple who look like they should either be at Ascot or the deleted polo scenes of Pretty Woman waltz past, complete with enormous hat (girl, boy without) and there are plentiful suits and kerchiefs to be seen.

We're looking forward to getting our dress on tomorrow night, provided it hasn't been turned into a dish cloth in the meantime. Oh well...

We play pool with Jim. And beat him. Aha ha ha! Score one for Aloud! Then we meet a harassed looking lady called Jenny who's cooking for all the important people in the hotel. Her kettle is held together by an elastic band. No wonder she looks stressed - good luck to you love!