The hidden interlocutor here is the unsung journo who has to ghost this column, and no doubt ends up with a weekly brain-bleed trying to claw a 'typical' day out of boring interviewees. I used to do a similar thing, and the number of times they would just go "but but but I don't HAVE a typical day"
And then one day you do Tom Hollander, and he's obviously gone "don't worry, I'll write it" and you're like, oookaaaay, and then her emails you back with::::: this. It's the grunt-level journalist's equivalent of winning the lottery.
No - it's winning the lottery, and then seeing the face of God. It's just unfathomably lucky