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This programme contains adult humour.

60 seconds to titles. Oh, Howard. A quick word. Yeah.

Last night I was at a fundraiser for Help for Heroes,

as the plus one of Grant Shapps.

Shapps had had a row with his wife. They'd agreed to go vegetarian for a

month, and she found a receipt from Byron Burgers. OK.

I'll skip to the point. At the event,

I met the private secretary

for Her Royal Highness, the Princess Royal.

Princess Anne. Precisely, Howard, precisely.

And I was left with the distinct impression that...that...

Clearance on two. ..were we to make overtures to Gatcombe House,

inviting Her Royal Highness on to the show,

those overtures may very well be looked upon favourably.

Do you want to leave it with me?

Absolutely, Howard. Just to say, there was... Thank you, Paul.

..an initial hesitancy... Quiet, please.

..about coming back to the Beeb,

after Emily Maitlis made Prince Andrew get a bit muddled up,

but I was able to make assurances that, at my hands,

the Princess Royal would receive the softest possible soaping.

OK, leave it with me. Can you clear the floor? First positions.

OK, also, I would say, from your point of view, you will become

known as the producer who pulled off the royal coup rather than

the producer of the TV show where the lighting man fell to his death.

I'll leave it with you.

CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYS

Come on, get up.

APPLAUSE Ah, fantastic.

How about that? How about that?

How about that? How's about that?

Welcome to This Time, with Alan Partridge and me, Jennie Gresham.

And hello, bonjour, hola, and marhaba, because it's

an international show tonight,

taking in London, Norfolk, Egypt... And the Caribbean,

thanks to the wonderful drummers of Camden Steel International.

Uh, well, the calypso term actually is "panmen" rather than drummers.

Oh, I didn't realise you were a calypso music fan, Alan.

Uh, well, I wasn't until I bumped into the band.

I was staying overnight in Camden for fun,

and these guys were playing outside the hotel and I initially

asked them to keep the noise down. They refused, I threatened to

call the council, they said, "Go on, then,"

so I began filming them on my phone, and it was only when I

watched the footage back, that what had initially seemed like

an unwelcome clang-clang-pang had become

a rather warm-hearted, diddily-pom-pang.

And the next day I approached the...

..the panman with the largest haircut... Sorry, what's your name?

Brent. Brent. That's right, yes, Brent. ..and I said,

"Brent, how would you like to come on TV and play the tune Sun Splash,

"also known as the theme from This Time?"

Yeah, and what is interesting is that many steel pans are home-made,

aren't they? They're actually fashioned from discarded oil drums.

Is that right? That's correct, yeah.

But the drums had been discarded when you acquired them?

That's correct, yeah. Well, fine, yeah.

Uh, so, Simon, are you a fan of calypso music?

No, no, but I did used to play the triangle in a reggae band.

I used to, uh... You stand at the back and ting? That's it.

You got it. Great, and then I'm sure there'll be more good jokes from

Simon later on tonight's show.

All week, we've been asking you to vote

for Britain's greatest war heroes.

The shortlist is Nelson, Wellington, Montgomery

and "Bomber" Harris,

who literally wiped Dresden off the map.

But what about the unsung civilian heroes

who, in their own quietly courageous way, did their bit for Blighty?

Well, to help us, I'm going to wander over

to the digi-wall parade ground

to see if my own soldier will pass muster.

Private Denton. Reporting for duty, sir!

I think I just did a Nazi salute, I'm so sorry.

It was only a small one. At least it wasn't the, uh... Don't, don't...

Of course, you wouldn't be reporting for duty anywhere

because of your genetic condition which means you have brittle bones.

How do you know about that?

Well, when we had our checkup, the doctor handed me

the medical records and said, "Have you seen this?"

Anyway, tell us what happened... Hang on, it doesn't affect me now.

It just means... Sticks in your 60s. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. So, all day we have been asking for stories of civilian

heroism by people who perhaps haven't been honoured by the Queen.

BELL DINGS Whoops. What was that?

Don't know, it must be interference. A bit of radio ga ga.

BELL DINGS Ga ga?

Sorry, I mean feedback. I'm going slightly mad.

BELL DINGS Still, the show must go on.

BELL DINGS Samantha says her mum Florence

was only seven at the start of the war,

but would sing music hall songs outside

the Royal Ordnance Munitions Factory to lift the spirits of the workers.

Ah. What a wonderful public spirit. It's a kind of magic.

BELL DINGS It is, Simon, and do you know,

they wouldn't let you do that now?

There's probably some EU regulation that says kids can't sing or dance

near explosives. It's just red tape. It is, and it's a pity because

that's the spirit that won us the war. Well, we are the champions.

BELL DINGS Any more? Hell, yeah, don't stop me now.

Hang on, you're just doing Queen songs. Yes, I am. I've been rumbled.

It's just a Twitter thing.

A Liverpool businessman said he'd donate a kidney machine to

Alder Hey Children's Hospital if I could sneak in a dozen Queen songs.

Mm, that might sound like a bit of fun, but doing a charity appeal

on a war section would be an editorial decision.

Just trying to help sick kids. OK, because you identify with them.

Because of my biscuit bones. ALAN LAUGHS

That is a good attitude, actually.

All right, let's do it. How many have you got left?

Uh, we've named ten, so we've got to get two more. Two more, two more.

Yeah. Uh, well, there's a text about the Land Girls.

Fat Bottomed Girls. BELL DINGS

I was trying to avoid that one. It's not crude. Women have a higher

oestrogen level, which deposits fat around the buttocks and thighs.

In fact, I met Brian May at Jodrell Bank several years ago

and I said, "I have to take my hat off to you, Mr May.

"Women are meant to have fatter bottoms. It's an evolutionary trait"

"designed to attract a male, which helps propagate the human race."

So in a very real sense, fat-bottomed girls... Make the rocking world go round. Precisely.

Yeah, there we go. What did he say? Well, we've been friends ever since. Just need one more.

Surely he'll give you the kidney machine for 11 songs.

He won't, he really won't. He says 12 songs or he won't budge.

OK, well, we'll get there.

Such a strange game to play.

Now, from Jacobeans snorting tinctures of opium

to rent lads called Cecil smoking spice in the doorway, Britain has

a longstanding drug problem, but it needs to sort itself out!

But how?

And we're off.

JENNIE EXHALES, ALAN SIGHS

Oh, by the way, I was talking with Grant Shapps, and some very...

I don't know what her problem is, and she was meant to get up

and dance with me, with the steel band. I felt like a right Charlie.

You look quite chuffed. Have you finished another wordsearch book?

Better than that. Not the big jigsaw?

What's been keeping you awake at night?

Well, the owl... And?

Well, being unseated by TV's golden couple, Jennie and Sam.

Yes, well, Jennie and Sam have split up.

Get lost!

I overheard her PA in the corridor.

Lynn, I am now in a very, very good mood!

Do you know what? Take Saturday afternoon off.

I will. Thank you.

Actually, I will need you back by four.

Right. Just make sure they don't patch things up. Right.

ALAN SIGHS

How are you? What did he do? What did he do?

Kiss your best friend? Was it the chat lines?

No!

No, it's just all that self-deprecating bollocks.

Oh, yeah.

He goes on about how he doesn't deserve me

and then he says he can't invite me to his Royal Society dinner

because I might be out of my depth. Oh, Jennie.

You must know this, his eyes were too thin.

They were.

I don't think you could have startled the man if you tried.

It's just a lot of faux humility.

Etonians aren't modest, Jennie.

They are taught to emulate modesty to empower themselves,

I wanted to tell you. Oh, well, I know that now.

When did all this happen?

Just before he left for Egypt.

We're doing the live link with him today. Yeah, I know, I know that.

It'll be fine. We've got to talk to each other at some point,

haven't we? Do be careful, Jen. I don't think Sam's a bad person,

but the most important person in Sam Chatwin's life will always be -

say it with me, Jen... Sam Chatwin. ..Samuel Peregrine Tolomy Chatwin,

precisely. And we're back in five, four...

SHE SIGHS

Your views there on how the law should tackle drug use.

And a real mix, actually, from compulsory door-to-door drug tests,

to school visits by Shane MacGowan.

Mm, and I particularly like the idea of tackling drug use in schools

by disguising police officers as undercover dinner ladies.

Yeah, good idea for a film.

Yeah, but I meant as a policy.

Now, when we opened our mail bag to find a letter from Janet Dignan

complaining about our use of split infinitives, we took it to the top.

We invited Janet to truly have it out

with the BBC's director of editorial standards

and promised to never again use a split infinitive.

Jennie went along to hopefully find out

if good grammar still matters and to thereby put Janet's mind

at rest - happy to, in some small way, help.

And we're off. Split infinitives.

Walk your dog!

Someone's been going to the gym.

Oh, thank you for noticing.

I saw your trunks drying on the radiator.

I notice everything, me.

That's the thing about us make-up girls, we see it all.

I could do with an extra pair of eyes.

Lynn's are going milky.

I could be your spy. Miss Moneypenny.

Yes, although she's not a spy, she's...she's M's secretary.

She had a gun in the last film. In the books, she's M's secretary.

Well, I think me and you could make a good team. We would.

We'd make a good TV duo. The best, the best duo since...

Mulder and Scully. Yeah, or Sapphire and Steel.

Powder and comb? Who?

Oh, no, powder and comb! Oh, God!

SHE LAUGHS

Although it does sound like a detective duo, doesn't it?

SHE LAUGHS

That's quite a long laugh.

Yeah, it sounds like something that could be on ITV.

Yeah, it really could, actually. Powder and Comb.

Nigel Havers is DCI Powder, and a feisty Anna Friel as DS Beth Comb.

SHE LAUGHS

He'd be powdering the scene for fingerprints and she'd be

combing the area for clues. There's that long laugh again.

Yeah, but it's funny, isn't it? But it's also a good idea as well.

Actually, I've got... I need to write this down. Can I borrow this

pen? Oh, it's eyeliner. ITV will love this. ITV...

You can keep that. Cheers. Clear the floor.

There you go. Oh, no, that's mine.

Back on in five, four...

Time for a change of mood, as we go from heart-warming

to health warning.

Each week this month, we've been showing a series of films

exploring the dark underbelly of British life.

A new direction for which we make no apology.

In last week's offering, Jennie confronted the owner

of an unlicensed market stall and shouted questions as he ran away.

Next week, the series continues with a powerful report from Alan

on bare-knuckle boxing among the Irish travelling community.

I'm just getting that subtitled.

Right now, though, Alan reports on a very different pastime.

We all have different ways to let our hair down. I like my tennis.

Yes, I like to go to a ceilidh and really throw myself around.

After a few pints of Guinness.

If I feel I've danced well, I will allow myself

a glass of Guinness, yeah, once I've cooled down.

But for some, R&R can take an altogether more dangerous form.

As Alan now reports,

there's a growing trend among the gay community for chemsex -

the use of drugs to prolong and enhance group sexual activity.

The following report contains images that some viewers

will find disturbing.

Basically, if you've got traditional views on intimacy,

you might want to pop the kettle on, yeah.

London's West End. For a young guy new to the scene,

it's a place of dizzying delights.

MUSIC: Yes Sir, I Can Boogie by Baccara

But slow down the footage and add some reverb,

and its sinister side quickly becomes apparent,

for it's here amidst the swanky flats, glitzy nightclubs

and trendy hotels that chemsex has reached epidemic proportions.

Imagine two things you enjoy - great individually,

but put them together and you get something quite special.

Strawberries and cream.

Egg and bacon.

Yawning and scratching.

Johnson & Johnson.

Charles and Camilla.

But what about drugs and sex?

This...

..is chemsex!

Chemsex is a compound word - chem derived from the word "chemical",

and sex from the word "sex" or "sexiness".

Confined largely to the gay community,

it emerged around the year 2010.

Partridge, you wanker!

A time of unrestrained glee as a nation dared to believe

the nightmare of a Labour government could soon be over. And as revellers

lost their minds to the sound of Keane and the Black-Eyed Beans,

little wonder that the hedonism spilled over into sex and drugs.

The primary drugs involved in chemsex are crystal meth,

GHB, ketamine and mephedrone -

a dose of which, under controlled conditions,

I was about to take myself,

under the watchful eye of pharmacist Dr Raj Prasan.

Now, do you say M-Cat or Meow-Meow?

I say mephedrone, its chemical name. Right.

I like to say Meow-Meow.

You're going to administer this drug under controlled circumstances,

and then I'm going to gauge its effects.

You're going to play guinea pig. Right.

That's, uh... That wasn't explained to me.

Uh... I've never played that.

I mean, in terms of the experiment... Oh, right!

Sorry, I... I... Yeah, I thought it was some sort of gay sex game.

Mind you, I'm not sure a man can squeal like a guinea pig, can he?

I'm just a pharmacist.

Right, yeah, cos you're the chem of the chemsex, yeah.

Sort of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. You're the...

You're the Doctor Chem and, uh, Mr Sex we've yet to meet.

I'm just a pharmacist. You said that, you said that.

So, give us the drugs.

Well, it's 30 minutes later and I don't feel especially different.

Certainly, the thought of grinding myself against a stranger

in a Holiday Inn is far from my thoughts.

Yeah.

Well, it's over an hour later.

I've been told that one eyelid has drooped.

I don't feel that much different. Am I in the mood for dancing?

Absolutely.

Do I feel sexy?

Barely. Although I do have the sensation of wanting

someone else to brush my hair.

It's said the experiment replicates exactly

the sensation of recreational drug use.

Although, instead of being surrounded by revellers chewing gum

and asking if you're having a good time, my only companion was

a bearded doctor drinking coffee and reading a magazine.

Well, the effects have completely worn off. My main recollection

is an overwhelming desire to put on my comfy pyjamas and watch Tarzan.

Is that sexy?

I've no idea.

But it was a very new feeling and it was a very real feeling.

But what is a chemsex party actually like?

I made discrete enquiries at several Norwich pubs

and the comments section of a local newspaper,

and was soon invited to a party in a suburban area

I won't name in order to protect house prices.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

But when I got there, the revellers were wary.

Evening.

Whether or not that was because I introduced myself

with the words, "BBC Television. Who here likes chemsex?",

I don't know, but it took some time before I got any of them

to open up, verbally.

So, guys, talk me through this.

You gather at a modern suburban semi,

you take your drugs

and then it's kecks off and away you go?

Well, yeah. Normally it lasts all weekend,

till Monday night sometimes.

Crikey, Bob! Three days straight?!

I mean, surely it gets to halfway through the Monday

and you think, "I just want to put on some toast."

Yeah, but by this stage you've just been...

I then bumped into a man I'd once canaped with

at a local radio fundraiser.

Holistic Media, summer drinks party, about a couple of years ago? Mm.

Didn't know you're into chemsex.

Yeah. Cathedral FM?

Cathedral Digital.

Why did I think you were an analogue?

Uh, well, we're trying to get an FM licence. Ah.

Cos our listeners skew older, you know,

it broadens your listener base. Yeah.

It broadens your listener base overnight. Fine if Ofcom give you

the green light. Oh, mate, do not talk to me about Ofcom!

Uh-oh! So, you know they extended FM licences? To 2032.

Yeah, but what they don't tell you is all the hoops you have to

jump through. Six hours of locally made programmes a day.

I thought it was three hours. Mn-mn.

That's only if you broadcast local news on the hour.

We only do peak times. Ah, breakfast and drive. Yeah, exactly.

So we've gone for the...

And then it hit me - the demise of men's social groups,

from the Rotary Club to trade unions,

to the Duke of Edinburgh Award Scheme and Round Table,

has left men yearning for male contact.

Drugged-up heavy petting is one way to go. Another is a quick pint

and a chat about local radio, which is what we did.

Pop your shirt on, I'll be in the car.

Are you parked at the bottom of the lane? No, on the road,

under a street lamp. I don't dog.

So, yeah, on a clear day, I think you can... It's a 25-mile view.

I enjoyed going for a pint with Clive

and chatting about local radio.

Regrettably, Clive's chattiness was a result of him consuming

his entire stash of Meow-Meow, and he refused to let me go home

until it had worn off.

And although we won't be keeping in touch, I hope it helped him

look at chemsex a little differently and go back to his wife.

..cos it's not far from the M25, so you've got that all going on...

Well, a window into a world I'm sure many of us had little idea existed.

Yes, it's really quite shocking, and I don't mean that

in a finger-wagging sort of way.

Some of these young men can be aroused for eight hours straight.

Well, that's the equivalent of driving from London to Aberdeen

with a permanent erection, and it's...it's not

going to incur you penalty points, but it's...

..it's just a vulgar way to drive.

If you're struggling with any of the issues tackled in Alan's report,

see our website for a list of organisations you can talk to.

And if you must chemsex, chemsex safe.

Use one of these.

It's a thick condom.

And Simon has more of your stories of wartime heroism.

I've got a couple of, uh, tweets have come in.

One from Ella Blissett, who nominates her grandfather, Arthur.

She says, "During the war, he secretly sheltered a dozen

"Jewish women in the basement of his house in Putney." Incredible.

In Putney? And a Tweet says, "While it's right to recognise heroism..."

In a basement?! "..if you give them all a badge..."

Yes, "If you give them all a badge,

"your honours system will become devalued."

Oh. That is a fair point, actually.

I remember when they gave a Blue Peter badge to a dog,

I sent mine back. Oh, you had a Blue Peter badge, did you?

I did. I was a very proud 13-year-old.

What did you get it for? A bring-and-buy sale?

No, no, I restored a Victorian folly, actually.

Um, I got permission to use 20 young offenders

for the more menial aspects of the job. Two of them absconded but were

successfully re-apprehended and stripped of their visiting rights.

How old were they?

13. We were all 13.

Now, ask 100 middle-aged men how they wouldn't want to spend

an evening, and inevitably the top three answers would be

"at the theatre", "with my wife", and "in therapy".

But an evening with our next guest not only combines all three, but

can point to dozens of men and women who are happier for the experience.

We are talking about drama therapy.

Therapy? Drama?

Well, to tell us more, we're joined by actor and therapist, Izzy Barns.

Izzy, welcome. Thank you so much. It's a pleasure to be with you.

Can I just say - what a wonderful voice! Thank you.

As actors, we learn to be centred and to breathe from our diaphragms.

Mm, and that's true of politicians, too, of course.

Yes, Margaret Thatcher famously had a voice coach, um,

after which her voice became a lot deeper.

Yeah, she did. Lady Thatcher, I think, went from sounding

like the kind of woman who wouldn't let you have your ball back,

to sounding like a sort of a, "Ooh!"

Like the backdraught from a furnace.

I actually think it's quite attractive

when women have deeper voices, don't you?

It is. Well, I know for a fact Jacob Rees-Mogg had a poster

of Lady Thatcher on his bedroom wall.

Sorry, ceiling.

So, drama therapy, it's therapy that uses role play to help people

work through difficult or challenging situations.

Well, like therapy, good drama encourages us to look inside.

Mm. It helps us to understand our own behaviour

and deal with emotional issues.

In fact, Simon was telling me earlier that Aristotle coined

the term "catharsis" to describe the healing we experience through drama.

Hubris, nemesis, catharsis.

It's all Greek to me!

I thought I'd do the joke this time,

seeing as Simon was being a bit serious.

But what kind of problems does drama therapy help to confront?

It's very versatile. Marital strife, workplace disagreements,

psychological trauma. Drama therapy is not always easy. It can be very

challenging and sometimes tearful, but it should always feel welcoming.

I think you just described the pub quiz I go to.

JENNIE LAUGHS You see, you should be saying this.

Catharsis! Now, I believe we're going to see some drama therapy

in action. That's right, Jennie. Over here, we have two actors...

Mm-hm. ..Daniel and Louise, and in a typical therapy situation,

they would play out scenarios that couples can try themselves.

Right. Um, now, in this scenario,

Louise thinks that Daniel is emotionally closed off,

but Daniel feels that as he's getting older,

he does need more space.

Guys?

And you wonder why we never resolve anything.

It's because we argue and then, five minutes later, you get upset

and I have to back down.

No-one's saying you have to.

But that's what happens when you play that card.

It's not a card, Daniel. It's how I feel.

Just because you're a closed book doesn't mean I have to be.

What am I supposed to say to that?

You should tell her that... Sorry, that's... No, no, no, that's fine.

Do you want to jump in? Oh, me? God, no.

Yeah, no, please do, step in for Daniel.

No, it's just, I've not acted for quite a while.

Oh, I'm sorry, I hadn't realised you acted.

Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, just with North Norfolk Players,

a bit of acting, producing, directing.

Most recently, A Few Good Men, so, yeah.

Oh, amazing, what part did you play? The Jack Nicholson role, so, yeah.

Ooh! Yeah. A bit of a tough act to follow, but, uh,

I just tried to do it sort of, you know, like...like...

"The truth?! You can't handle the truth!"

HE SCOFFS

Yeah, so I sort of went higher, then I did the scoff at the end,

which I don't think Nicholson thought of, so...

Well, how would you feel about having a go at this scene?

Uh, yeah, sure. Why not?

Oh, great. OK, um, Daniel, you step out.

Louise, you're in the kitchen, you're making dinner.

And, Alan, just start a conversation when you're ready. OK.

Don't overthink it. OK, yeah, right.

Mm, smells good.

It's just spag bol.

I didn't mean the dinner.

Well, you never normally come in till it's cold.

HE SIGHS

Look, I'm sorry to go on. I just don't want you to feel

like I'm complaining because I want to spend time with you.

AMERICAN ACCENT: Hey, baby girl, just been out on my bike.

My motorcycling's important to me, you know that.

But you know the best part of the journey?

HE EXHALES

Riding that steel horse back home to you.

Try it without the accent. Me or her? You.

OK, but the general direction...?

Forget all that. Both of you sit at the table. OK.

Now, let's just pretend that she's your actual wife.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Look, I wish I could spend more time with you.

See, I hear you saying that, but I don't feel it.

Then we'll figure something out,

but you're going to have to stop going on at me.

I'm sorry if I've got a gift that people enjoy

and I find very satisfying. I'm sorry that you don't have that

because, for some reason, God didn't give you any talent.

Shall we stop there? Yeah, that felt good.

Well, that's all we have time for.

Plenty of food for thought there.

Izzy, Daniel and Louise - thank you so much for joining us.

Now, when we think of archaeology, we picture mud, drizzle

and bearded men getting excited about a broken cup,

but once upon a time, archaeology wasn't boring.

Next year marks 100 years

since the discovery of Tutankhamun's burial chamber, and to celebrate,

the BBC is to recreate Howard Carter's quest

to find the lost tomb.

In a moment we'll talk to the show's presenter, Sam Chatwin.

But first, our 60-second lowdown on Howard Carter

and the search for King Tut.

And we're off.

I'd forgotten about that.

Good news from Norwich. Go on.

Greville Marchant has just got done by the Inland Revenue.

Your anonymous phone call? It worked. Well done, Lynn.

I am sorry about you and Sam.

Well, I'm sure it's for the best.

That's the spirit. You're not a fan, then?

Oh, well it's not my place to say.

No, I'd be interested to know what you...

I thought he was a bighead. Cocky.

Smarmy.

Slippery.

Yeah, well, you think you know someone...

I wouldn't worry. One day someone will wipe the smile off his face.

And his eyes are too thin.

Lynn doesn't pull any punches, does she?

Oh, no, no. Do you know, she once saw a pheasant

limping by the side of the road, got out the car, wrung its neck,

made the sign of the cross, chucked it in the boot, got back in.

The whole thing was over in less than ten seconds.

Clear the floor.

Didn't have much of a limp, to be honest.

Can we get the link to Sam Chatwin?

Now, listen, I've got this, right? You sit it out.

No, I should do it, it's fine.

It's just a normal guest with a show to plug.

All right, but don't let him get in here. Mm-hm.

Yeah, that's a no-go area, because I know what his type are like.

He'll end up saying your love is like Egyptian gold,

to try and win you back. And we're back on... Yeah, it'll be fine.

..in five, four...

Welcome back, and as promised we're now joined by a man

that needs no introduction, Sam Chatwin.

Hello, Alan. Hi, Jennie.

How are you?

How does it feel to follow in the footsteps

of such a revered figure as Carter?

Jen, if I'm honest, it's truly humbling.

Can't imagine you humbled.

ALAN CHUCKLES

Well, people can change.

What about leopards? ALAN CHUCKLES

Pardon? ALAN CHUCKLES

Uh, now, the Valley of the Kings is an area of several thousand

square metres, so for Howard Carter, finding Tutankhamun

was a needle in a haystack.

Yeah, but find him he did.

He was patient and he didn't give up, Jennie. Nyeh.

You know, he sorely tested the patience of his benefactor,

Lord Carnarvon, but Carnarvon gave him one last chance.

Ha!

Sorry, what was that? Ha!

Mm.

So, uh, yes, Carter had setbacks but he wouldn't be deterred.

"Give me one last summer," he said to Carnarvon.

"One last summer, please."

Carnarvon gave him that chance, and a couple of weeks later

Carter stumbled across the tomb of Tutankhamun.

He cracked open the plaster, held up a candle and said,

"All I see are wonderful things."

All had seemed lost, but there he was, gazing upon treasures

and riches he never could have dreamed of.

Something that applies to every one of us, Jennie.

Wow, that's bollocks.

And Valley of the Kings will be

coming to BBC One in the spring.

A very sweaty Sam Chatwin there. I don't know if that was

because he was in Egypt or for some reason he was under pressure.

BELL DINGS Oh, that's a Queen song!

Under Pressure. It is! That's 12!

APPLAUSE Goodnight.

Goodnight.