Just before I left work yesterday I was asked to produce and do the reverse camera work for an interview Sarah was conducting with Archbishop Desmond Tutu, writes Helene Cacace.
I skipped home thinking about the forthcoming honour of meeting a great icon of our times (even if it was only to film the back of his head).
After waiting ages for our turn in Desmond Tutu's packed schedule, we were invited into his suite. I waved hello to the Archbishop and scrabbled around to get set-up.
I was somewhat relieved to see that the more experienced cameraman (whose 8 years of camera experience allowed him to shoot the front of Desmond Tutu's head) looked almost more flustered than I did.
Desmond Tutu warmed quickly to Sarah and was somewhat flirtatious I thought when he told her she was very easy on the eye. He asked us to join in a prayer before the interview got started. But my atheistic sensibilities were uninspired by my perfect rear view of the archbishop; I really couldn't bring myself to say Amen.
Squeals from the archbishop punctuated the interview. I don't think it was just the e-numbers in the chocolate biscuits on offer, nor his affection for our presenter, he seemed like the type of man who would be constantly super-spritely.
The loudest exclamation came when his lost luggage arrived. Prior to the interview I overheard one of his assistants discussing how that morning she'd been sent out to buy Desmond Tutu some underwear.
With assistants and Archbishop schedule-planners tutting as we ran over time it was impressive that we got as long as we did. No sooner was it finished though Desmond Tutu was whisked away to lunch at the House of Lords. No time then to change into the clothes he'd packed.