A GREAT DAY OUT

Only 21 and had to turn them down. They offered me the job but in those days a trainee journalist was "indentured" to a newspaper. Those indentures were damn near unbreakable. Unlike the falsies I was already wearing in my mouth thanks to rugger and soccer. They broke at a moment's notice, usually at the most embarrassing time. So it was to be another year before I made my way back ready to take a job in the exciting world of local radio. Yes, it was exciting and rather rare. A little different to the days of podcasting, MySpace and YouTube.