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The Day Nelson Mandela Asked for My Help


I started honing my presentation skills very early on in my career. I would sit, swathed in a terry towel nappy and throw my Weetabix from my high chair. I did not have specific targets in mind, but each spoonful seemed to land in the most unhelpful place. I noted certain targets secured more attention ie face, hair, ceiling and the box in the corner with moving black and white pictures on it. The more Weetabix I was able to distribute, the more attention I got.


As a shepherd in my school nativity play I was delighted to discover the whole audience applauded when I removed my pants. I seemed to have a knack for public performances. The years rolled by and soon I was singing solos in church. Reciting poetry and holding Shakespeare close to my heart whilst reciting Ye olde english verse