The Siege
After eight dirty days of the siege the last thing anybody wanted to see was Richard Madeley going in there with an acoustic guitar but here we are... "Richard, can you hear me? Can you hear me Madeley, baby? What is it that they want? What are their demands?" (The following excerpt is taken from a recording made using a tiny secret microphone concealed in Madeley's hairpiece...) A helicopter and fifty grand? If you'll permit me to say, it borders on the cliché, but I think they might provide your lifetime supply of Flamin' Hot Monster Munch. Now that you mention it, yes, I am feeling a bit tense... it's not your everyday situation. I think they're hoping you'll see sense. You've been reasonable up to now. It's really quite disarming. Yes, I totally agree that you're utterly charming. What's that? Oh no, I don't think I should. Okay... just one little tok é. If only Judy were here... (Approximately two hours later...) In the afterwa
