B is for Beeb, Auntie

Week B | Friday | Boy Oh Boy I Miss You

I was born into the BBC family in the freezing front bedroom of a small semi-detached house in Cheadle Hulme, Stockport (then Cheshire) in late November 1965. My Dad left North Wales to attend their technical training college and become a cameraman, three or four years before he delivered me with his own hands. It was unusually snowy that early morning,…