The driver was chirpy and chatty, wanting to know the usual – what I ate on the island, what I could remember of the actual crash (surprisingly little, I realised. It seemed much longer ago than it was), if I was looking forward to the show. When I arrived I was taken through to meet Jack Northam and have a brief rundown of the sort of things he’d ask. Paul was already there. He stood up with a smile when I entered. How should I greet him? A kiss on the cheek would be considered normal, wouldn’t it? Or just a hello? Luckily, the bustle around Jack distracted us all. I think we just smiled at each other. There was no sign of Tom Yearsley, but the excitement amongst the crew was palpable. We were clearly just the filler. ‘Guys, thanks so much for coming on!’ beamed Jack, shaking us firmly by the hands. He was open and encouraging but I sensed the effort he had to put into it. In person, he was more manicured and groomed than he seemed on TV. It sat at odds with his laddish persona.
