As imagined by Brian Beacom LOOK, I appreciate you calling and worrying about me, given that Granny has laid down the rules about me not wearing the old uniform again – and no jokes please about the Third Reich costumes, that was yonks ago. But seriously, I’m feeling great. I love having my own voice. And I’ve got a wonderful wife to tell me what I’m allowed to say. I almost feel Scottish, in fact. Apart from the ginger connection, I’m also embracing a real sense of independence. That’s thanks to Megs. She convinced me we had to get out of the UK. We were simply never out of the papers. It was simply ripping one’s knitting.