Nothing But The Roof
It was my stupid idea to send Fred MacAulay up to the roof. I thought this would be an ideal way of signalling that summer was on its way. Of course, I should have reckoned on the Scottish climate. A roof party with everyone wearing body-warmers and fleeces was not what I had in mind.
This all happened in June 2004 when we were still working out of the Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú Scotland H.Q on Queen Margaret Drive. There's footage of that programme and the demolition progress on this week's video blog. There's also me wielding a golf club and actually making contact with a ball. Who needs the Ryder Cup when there's this kind of action available?
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