I was cleaning out the pigsty at a farm in Wales, where my mother had rented a room, when the results of my final school exam were handed to me by the postman, along with the news that I had a state scholarship to Oxford. I had waited for this letter for so many weeks that I had abandoned hope, deci
“I think it's good that I had some experience of the real world before I became successful. You know, having to get up in the morning and going to work in construction.”