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.