People often ask how you get to be a television presenter. I always say that you only need one thing, and that is someone daft enough to give you a television programme to present. If you don’t chance upon that person, you might be the greatest television presenter in the world, but no one is going to know it.
In my case, the person was a brilliant man called Paul Gibbs. I loved him, even if, years later, he told me: “You know, sometimes I watch you on the telly and still wonder if I did the right thing.” Fair enough; he wasn’t the only one.
