There will be a special live broadcast from the house at midnight tonight. The broadcast will also be available online on this site.
The broadcast is scheduled to start at 11:55 tonight.
Happy Halloween!

There will be a live online chat with the team after the show this evening.
 
The chat will take place in the Mazehouse forums in a new thread in the 'TV shows' forum and start after this evening's show. Webmaster Gary Mitchell will be moderating the chat, choosing which questions to pitch to the team.
 
The thread will be opened before the show tonight for you to start entering questions for the team.
 
So please join us in the forums later this evening and meet the team!

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