Doesn’t time fly?
Three decades ago, I was employed selling advertisements over the telephone for a motocross magazine, but my perhaps slightly odd fascination for really old motorcycles did, however, make me a strong candidate for the vacant advertisement manager’s job on The Classic MotorCycle, a title at the time relatively recently acquired by the now defunct EMAP (East Midlands Allied Press, now Bauer) company.
This was a job I wanted very badly, so I was overjoyed when I was successful, finding myself as one of a team of
