Chris Evans

For most of us, working from home means the chance to sit at a desk in loungewear. For Chris Evans (Radio 2) it means six cameras and a live stream online; 14 listener guests who have donated to Children in Need to drive seven amazing sports cars; a busy production team buzzing about; caterers knocking out bacon sarnies; Johnny Saunders rifling through your drawers on-air (they are full of sweeties), and your family appearing on the show. It was a voyeuristic treat, and a brilliantly inclusive way of presenting the charity event for the wider audience. Radio studios tend to make dull viewing, but Evans's Berkshire house and garden were endlessly watchable. I liked the awards stacked up in the downstairs loo; a cupboard full of old toy cars; the fact that what Evans referred to as "the bottom of my garden" was a field stretching seemingly to the horizon. It was fun, too, seeing how the show worked. Producer "Hells Bells" stood right by Evans, hands on hips; he seemed tense in the first hour, fiddling with his sideburns, but easier later, on his feet and bobbing to the music. The cameras caressed the vintage sports cars, but I liked the quieter moments – Evans's wife Natasha bringing him a choice of belts at 7.40am; newsreader Alan Dedicoat dancing on the lawn.