A girls’ night out? I ended up going straight to bed

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STEVE CANAVAN: Making a molehill out of Malcolm, my very minor ailment

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I’ve finally finished producing my royal documentary for ITN.

It’s always a late one as there’s so much to do before you can physically say a TV programme is finished.

Goodness knows why I arranged for a girls’ night to take place that very day – I’ve done enough programmes to know that I’ll never get out of work before 7pm.

In fact that last one I did for ITN in March, I think I finished about 10pm. So I really should have known better.

But the thing is, this show had gone so smoothly up until then. We were ahead of schedule, all the archive material that we needed to piece together for the show was available and I rarely had to work beyond normal hours the entire time.

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So there I am in the dubbing suite giving the doc the final once-over with the executive producer. It’s now 7pm and I’m starting to feel rather hot and bothered because I know there’s no way I’m going to make it home from London to Portsmouth in any reasonable time and thus my Friday night out is not gonna happen.

But it’s my job to stay so of course I did. By 7.30pm we had decided that the show was great, every small detail had been polished until we were both happy and it was home-time.

I had made my peace by this point. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go out with my girlfriends, but I couldn’t wait to get home, snuggle on the sofa with a glass of vino in one hand and perhaps a Chinese in the other.

Well someone somewhere had different plans, because at 8pm when I arrived at Waterloo station I looked around and it was unseasonably manic.

Then I looked at the screens and saw that every single train was either cancelled or delayed.

It was absolute chaos, caused apparently by a man who decided to run across all the tracks, shutting down the entire station’s power.

Instead of flipping out that my entire evening was beyond repair, I went to the shop, bought a small bottle of wine and drank straight from the bottle (there were no plastic cups).

I eventually got in at 11.30pm and went straight to bed.