It was a novel experience to witness a TV studio in action. Moreover, to walk around the set, eavesdrop the the producer chatter, get huge foam hands signed by the presenter (Ian Wright) and meet lycra clad human bulldozers. After ages away from our screens, Gladiators is back.
We had production passes, which meant we could escape to the office to sip wine during the intervals rather than sweat under the blaze of hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of lighting and pyrotechnics. A few hours and four games was great; I’m just glad I wasn’t having to keep up that level of clapping for ad-breaks past midnight last night.