Pick of the Week

It is the autumn of my life…and other peoples…judging by coats and jumpers grouped together on the train…

My trip to Manchester to record ‘Pick of the Week’ a few weeks ago was quite eventful. Of course the best trick is not to sit next to a passenger who magics a smelly cheese burger out of their brief case once the train pulls out of Euston. But alas, I chose one such passenger. Then I realised I had forgotten my earphones and was defenceless in the face of snuffling and later the scrunching of a paper serviette. At least the serviette signalled the end of the eating… and one could unclench.

I used my grown up voice for this - a bit like the one I use to book a massage over the phone ….