One late afternoon, just as I was about to leave to give a talk to Hagworthingham WI, in the remotest sticks of Lincolnshire, the phone rang. It was the Guardian - would I be able to do an illustration for the following day? I had sent them a portfolio about 18 months before, and heard nothing at all in the meantime. I didn't even know if it had arrived. It was much too late to cancel the WI talk, so naturally I had to say, 'No problem at all!' I began the work as soon as I got home, worked into the wee small hours and delivered the goods. That led to more work and eventually they let me have a go at editorial cartoons.
