“At the job interview, I played the guitar and sang,” he told me. “Then they asked me to read something out. Luckily the night before I’d memorised a copy of the newspaper Pravda. So I recited that, right off the top of my head. Afterwards as I was leaving the building, the chief stopped me. ‘Where are you going?’ he said. ‘You’ve got the job and you’re on air in two hours’.”
