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Filming with Alison Steadman!

Earlier this week I recorded part of a BBC1 documentary with none other than Alison Steadman!


What a friendly, funny woman she is.

The show is called 'Housing the Past' and our episode examined whether some of the suburban stereotypes of the 60's & 70's still ring true today. Find out if they do when it airs next February...

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