Robert McNeil: I feel Stephen Nolan's early morning pain
Who will be first to cast a stone at Stephen Nolan, who slept in for his Radio Ulster show on Monday morning? Not I.
For an inexplicably brief |period of time in my teenage years, I was employed as a non-executive communication facilitator. A postie.
Boy, that was an early start: 5:30 am, but I needed to be up at 4:30 to get the night bus in.
I did all right for the first few days.
By the end of the second week, they were having to send a van out to the house, with some poor chap hollering imprecations through the letter box. I used to stumble round my patch like a zombie. Cats hissed and fierce dogs fled at my approach. One morning, I leaned against a door, and fell asleep standing up.
It couldn't last, and I left to become the person you see before you today: a man of letters.