One evening, House and Hugh found themselves seated in front of the other. Both of them shared a bottle of whisky with only the light of the hallway lighting up. Hugh happened to notice the desk calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another year finished… another year to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d you ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have you done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if you already done them?

Hugh came in to House’s office that same night. He took the seat across the table as the doctor looked at him closely.
House: Hugh Laurie… Married for almost 20 years with three publicly known kids, 50 years old and ---
Hugh looked at him.
Hugh: How did you ---
House: Hey I got my own interweb here…
Hugh: And I’m screwed.
Silence followed for a few minutes.
Hugh: If I accept this dream or hallucination or whatever you call it, would it bring me back to life?
House: I doubt it…

By next morning, Hugh and House found themselves sharing table in the cafeteria. They were eating some hallucinated Reuben sandwich and coffee while staring at their best buddies, Stephen Fry and James Wilson from afar.
Hugh: If we know each other, do they know each other too?
House: If they do, they could have shared a table too…
Hugh: I shouldn’t die. There’s more for me to do with Stephen…
House: Yah, me too. I have a lot of chips to snack away from Wilson.

Somebody got front row seats to see the Jonathan Ross show and this what was cut out. I did ask them if I could post this and they said it was ok. They me to keep their name out of this. Injoy

What follows is, as best I can give, a transcript of the 30 minute interview. Around half of which should be shown tonight. I will include any extra comments along the way…

JR: Is there a fake American doctor in the house?

Queue 4 Poofs and a Piano – JR’s resident band– singing, “Welcome to the House of Fun” which makes a change from the other usual Madness song, “Our House”.

Out walks Hugh – dark shirt, jacket and trousers with full King George VI/Osama Bin Laurie beard.

JR: Bearded and hunky for your viewing pleasure. Congratulations on the huge success of House. It’s a massive hit isn’t it.

HL: I don’t know about massive, enormous perhaps, immense but it’s done awfully well and I’m very proud.