Sir John Betjeman 's imagination let loose on the subject of Sunday in London. Among the scenes he surveys are the parks, demos, the Natural History Museum, Church and, of course, the weather. Across the soaking acres of the grass,
Over wet pavements and by dripping boughs
We pilgrims plod to the last shrine of all,
The best attended and the most revered,
The sacred altar of the Sunday press.
What's in? What's out? What's on? We ought to know
For if we don't we won't be thought informed.
Willingly we make offerings at the shrine.
Film editor EDWARD ROBERTS Producer JONATHAN STEDALL