One of my worst jobs in history was completed on Saturday – sorting out the garage.
For me, if the door closes that’s good enough. But no, I was told everything needed to be boxed up and organised.
So with football commentary blasting away on the radio, the slow, painful process suddenly became fun as I found old school books and playlists from former radio stations.
Then a box of cassettes containing old shows I’d hosted up to 20 years ago.
As I stacked boxes, I listened to Maximum Bob get thrown off a bus for using a loud hailer to give bored passengers a guided tour of North End.
Garage-clearing has never been so much fun.