Author(s): Nigel Smith

Biography/Memoir

This is a book the author never thought he'd write, partly because he didn't know he could write comedy, but mainly because he never thought the research would be so personal. On the plus side, most of it was done lying in a warm bed so he couldn't really complain...On the 15th November 2001, Nigel Smith was rushed to hospital with a brain lesion so big the radiologist thought the scan had been taken post-mortem. In the months that followed, there were times when Nigel wished it had been. He'd never needed a life-shattering illness to teach him that he should have spent more time smelling the roses. During his glittering careers as a journalist (sacked), busker (bottled off), TV producer (sacked twice), TV writer (show axed) he'd smelled more of them than Alan Titchmarsh. He seemed to be one of those lucky blokes who always got away with it. First published 2007.