Michael Parkinson

With a slow sideways glance I take in the silvering hair and craggy profile of the Yorkshireman sitting on my side of a round dining-table in the airy elegance of Bibendum in Chelsea. For several minutes I've been lost in my thoughts, imagining him propping up a bar in a working men's club in Barnsley, and only vaguely listening to him on the theme of how t' bloody presenters today don't know they're born, how you can't find t' bloody producers any more, and how t' bloody guests aren't up to much Read more [...]

Geoffrey Boycott

There are many reasons to feel queasy at the prospect of interviewing Geoffrey Boycott - but the most obvious are that he's rude, obnoxious and, when he's in a good mood, charmless. Such a pity he has to be morbidly fascinating as well. Or at least that's what I tell myself as I approach Wakefield station. The clouds over the taxi rank are inky black. Boycott has insisted on being interviewed by a man. I'm a Yorkshireman as well, but this doesn't necessarily mean I'm obsessed with cricket or proud Read more [...]