Since I’ve fallen behind we have:

Micheal Buerke, Shaftesbury Avenue, expensive raincoat, face like a blancmange in the process of slipping from his skull.

Alan Davies, Upper Street, Islington, tall, grey, with a copy of the Independent and a dyed blonde girlfriend. Less friendly looking than you might expect and looks more like a museli eater.

Kim Newman, Upper Street, not sure about this one. I only really know him from those awful talking head shows. 100 favourite ear syringings and the like.