In which G.M. Norton unleashes his 1960s dandy.
When I was five years old, I was interviewed by the local newspaper (goodness knows why). One of the questions posed to me was the old favourite, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. My response was that a career in the police force beckoned. Possibly influenced by a plastic toy policeman that was strewn across my bedroom floor, while his motorcycle lay on its side, wheels spinning.
As the years passed by, my career aspirations have changed somewhat.