Andrew Dickens Afternoons

So in another life, I worked in private radio and with the IRN news team under Ed Taylor.  I distinctly remember the day when a teenage Greg Boyed walked into the newsroom for the first time.He made an impression. He was tall and skinny and his hair was swish and he had a Roger Ramjet chin and then he opened his mouth and a big ballsy voice came out. He knew he had a good voice and it was a source of entertainment to go and watch Greg read the news and watch his body and mouth contort to get the best sound ever. He was one of those newsreaders who always wanted to smile. But right from the start, we knew he was ambitious and talented and relatively humble.  He was a true broadcaster.  A journalist, a presenter, a producer.  He could do everything and do it well.  He was no one trick pony.  And he was funny and caring towards his co-workers. And like anyone who strives for high standards he could be terribly disappointed if he didn’t reach them.  If he had one weakness perhaps it was that he cared too much. He