Not that I'm really watching James Martin. As the turkey requires fairly regular fiddling. But the smokiness of the Laphroig accompanies James Martin burning stuff almost perfectly, adding extra texture to the images. As I've started late and slow, I've poured myself a big one. Should get me in the mood for turkey.
I hope you have your string at the ready. And your eggs. They'll be essential very soon.
The kids have got up. Pretty early for Andrew, nowadays.