There's something rather weird about seeing yourself as a character in a film. I saw A Very Social Secretary, the new More4 film about David Blunkett, yesterday. I'd been invited to a press screening, but had very low expectations. I'd seen Alistair Beaton's last New Labour satire, Feelgood, which I thought was dire.

In fact it's terrific, expecially Bernard Hill's breathtaking portrayal of Blunkett, which captures not just his face, his physical habits and his voice but also his chippiness, his refusal to be patronised and his bluntness. All it lacked, I thought, was his charm.

I was pleasantly surprised at how poignant the film was, too - despite some of the vicious (justifiedly so) satire.

As I say, I had no idea what it would be like. I also had no idea that I would be a character in it. So I was rather fazed when, two thirds in, the scene moves to a Simpsons or Rules type restaurant, and a fabulously fat, old, scruffy tabloid hack appears on screen. A real sleaze merchant.

Asonishingly accurate, of course.

Sitting across the table, Blunkett asks him - me - what the book will be called, and I reply, in a caricature tabloid hack's accent. "I thought maybe David Blunkett". I then ask him what state the Home Office was in when he took over, and as he replies, I slyly pull out a tape recorder and move it across the table.

A few scenes later, one of Blunkett's aides tells him that he's in big trouble: 'Pollard's got you on tape'.

The freakiest moment was when the closing credits rolled, and one of the characters was listed as 'Stephen Pollard'.

Anyway, I spoke to a few people afterwards.

You can see it on Monday night on More4.