I don't use the racketty old lift as it makes quite a noise. It's one of those that has an outer door and two inner doors that work in opposition. So when you slide one open, the other door slides in the opposite direction.
Should you forget and let the door you holding go the two doors hurtle together with an almighty crash.
In this industry maybe it has held me back. Perhaps I don't possess the certainty or the arrogance that I witness so often in others in this business.
Had I been more outspoken and unpleasant, maybe displaying more of a killer instinct, perhaps you'd be seeing far more of me on the TV and on daytime radio.
That's not my style. I've never been good at confrontation as I can't see the point. Friend once said he never ever went to a dinner party and argued politics and suddenly discovered his adversary had agreed to change their voting intentions.
That is why I needed to take drastic action as there was every possibility I was annoying my neighbours every morning as I left the flat.
The door creaked.
Each morning after a quiet ablution, the people on either side of me could have been startled into wakefulness by a deafening
Followed by an equally noisy
As I closed the door behind me.
This morning I oiled the hinges and so peace reigns.