Every time I am in danger of believing the glamour of my own press, some incident inevitably brings me back to earth.
Anyone who writes an autobiographical work at the age of 34 is, at best, presumptuous. It occurred to me that it was time to set the record straight.
Although I was entirely relaxed on camera, if I had to stand up and say something to an assembled group of people, I was rendered all but inarticulate.
The relationship between talent — a term loosely applied to those who work on-air — and management is uneasy, at best.Collection: Literature