“You’ve never been in a porn film have you? If there’s anything I might read in a newspaper one day you’d better tell me now.”

It was 1991 and Nick Heathcote, the editor of Newsround, had just hired me as his new presenter.

“Sometimes I’ll tell you to fuck off. Sometimes you’ll tell me to fuck off. But
I hope we’ll generally get on” he continued. He had to turn me from a
cocky 21-year-old student into someone worthy of following in John
Craven’s footsteps. Over the next three years he taught me more about
journalism and television than anyone before or since.