Month: April 2016

An early morning wake up call

I remember being woken by a loud, incessant and authorative knocking at my front door. I looked at the clock. It was 4am in the morning. Whatever it was – it couldn’t be good. I threw on some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt and slid the security chain across as I opened the front door Read More …

I only want to talk to the gardener.

There’s a story I like to tell about one of my experiences as a young journalist on the Watford Observer in Hertfordshire. It concerns the late, popular singer, Val Doonican. I was a district reporter in Rickmansworth and my area covered Chorleywood an expensive part of the world by anyone’s standards. Large houses standing in Read More …