I’m trying to gather all my press clippings in one place so I can have a record of them when the day comes that all media refuse to speak to me and my life becomes a shell of an existence no longer defined by the absurd notion that I carry about with me that because some journalists some times ask me what I think about (dog) things that it gives me a place in the world. It’ll happen sooner than later. Especially when I say the ‘C’ word on children’s TV. Ahh well.
Here’s one from the past. Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour.
It’s to do with dogs, I know that, but I swear I do not recall what I was there for. I just remember not saying very much.