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I've just been to the press screening of , the story of Phillippe Petit's wire-walk between the twin towers in 1974. It is an extraordinary film; one of the best documentaries I've ever seen. I'm now in a café with , who's reviewing the film with us tomorrow, and Dáithí Murray, who's reviewing the Sunday papers this week. Gareth is part-way through one of his interminably long anecdotes -- a kind of rhetorical high-wire act -- which gives me a free moment to celebrate a remarkable feat of film-making. Listen for the full review with Gareth and Mike Catto.

Update: Gareth doesn't think the words 'interminably' and 'long' do justice to the story he was telling in the café. He also thinks the phrase 'Northern Ireland's best indigenous ' is merited in this post. I've explained that my earlier account of lunch was intentionally ironic. Anyone know where I can buy 200-feet of wire cable?

Also: in the film, Phillippe Petit is seen wearing a tee-shirt featuring New York's Cathedral of . Philippe, who is also a very accomplished writer, is now artist-in-residence at the cathedral, and has devised plays that are performed on the high wire.