LBC from global, leading Britain's conversation with James O'Brien.

Three minutes after ten is the time a very good morning indeed to you. You know when Shakespeare came up with the seven ages of man? I think he missed one out. I think there's an age of man.

I can't actually remember what the seven are, but I'm pretty sure he didn't have this.

There's an age of man where you realize you have to sort of tailor your anecdotes to acknowledge the fact that you're now older than the average.

You're older than the median. So I presumed, listening to Kenny Dalglish talking to Nick earlier, I got a massive, massive shot of deja vu for reasons that I'll explain in a moment. But I presume that that would be a

name that didn't need explanate. Kenny Dalglish dudes! But no, of course, I work with

young people and sometimes you have to explain who people are and how important they are. But

when I was a kid, my dad was a journalist at the business end of Fleet Street, literally, writing about business.

And therefore, in the 80s, it was all very much about the miners and the car industry.

My uncle Martin, however, was the chief football correspondent for the news of the world in the northwest of England. So if you answered the phone at my house, and when you're the child of a journalist in the days before mobile phones, you didn't just get trained in how to answer the phone. He got trained in taking a note, practically a shorthand note.

So if you answered the phone at my house, hello, get him insta, 434, 4, 4, 4, 4. And it could be anyone on the other and it could be a cabinet minister. Quite often it was Arthur Scargill, the leader of the NUM, because Dad was on the telegraph, so you'd have Arthur Scargill one minute, then you'd have the head of the cold board.

Was it Ian McGregor, I think?

The next minute.

And it was so boring.

I couldn't, I'd never been more bored in my life. I didn't understand why it was so important to take down phone numbers, to pass messages on to dad, whatever it may be. If you're at my uncle Martin's house and you answered the phone, it would literally be Kenny Dalglish on the other end of the phone.

Back in the days when footballers had their own relationships

with journalists, he didn't have to go through 84.

Can you imagine how exciting that was

for a sort of 10 or 11 year old child?

Unbelievable.

And then hearing his voice there on the phone to Nick earlier,

it just brought back a rather warm rush of nostalgia.

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