My second visit to the world of TV wasn’t as intimidating, but took much longer. Again the swift Sallyanne swept me along corridors, but I recognised some of the route this time. Again I failed utterly to see anybody famous, although I thought I caught a glimpse at one corner of a sports presenter my Dad likes.

Katie in makeup worked her magic and refused to do my hair for my next date with Alex. She thought I was joking but if the pay for this gig is as good as they claim I might be able to afford her. Linda had asked me outright how much I was being paid but I delighted in keeping it to myself.

Richard, the director, met us at the studio door and showed me the revamped set. The terrible wallpaper had vanished, replaced by a mild yellow paint and a series of framed prints of famous...

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