To push behind the dog sled and run in front of the dog sled. That was always an interesting job.
I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.
It wasn't glamorous in my day. In the regions, reporters were seen as such low life that they didn't merit their name in the Radio Times. Now people are interested in being famous. I never gave it a thought.

