Mel Giedroyc

You go in and you can buy sort of Twinkies and Lucky Charms and Pop-Tarts and sort of very, very weird things and no one's ever in them.

Thanks for Stevenage.

I very much appreciate it, Stevenage.

I'm imagining it's some kind of smoky den.

Is it arms or is it just...

That's put a nasty taste in my mouth, guys.

I'm not tasting Pop-Tarts anymore.

I'm tasting something altogether other that I really don't appreciate at nine o'clock in the morning.

So anyway, we're going.

We're taking a right.

We're going down New Oxford Street and we're heading for, oh, on the left is the Museum of Comedy, which is so great.

Have you ever been there?

It's got a sort of chortling face outside.

It's underneath a church.

It's in a crypt.

And they keep sort of, I suppose, artefacts, interesting things to do with comedy.

Anyway, that's the Museum of Comedy, if you're interested.

We're heading into Bloomsbury.

We're heading into very complicated, almost like the tube map itself of London, all those relationships, you know, Virginia Woolf, Leonard Woolf, Vanessa Bell, who was boffing us, who, all that stuff, whose children belong to who, the Bloomsbury group, all that stuff.

Yeah.