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JOHN HANNAM<br />
Helen Worth<br />
Looking back on well over thirty years of interviewing famous<br />
people, from Hollywood legends, to an ex-Prime Minister, British<br />
sporting heroes like Bobby Moore and Roger Bannister, singing idols<br />
who have conquered the world and TV legends, including Frankie<br />
Howerd and Benny Hill, I still wonder just how I have done it.<br />
Back in the 60s I was so embarrassed at meeting new people, was<br />
too shy to eat in restaurants and my confidence levels had hit the<br />
deck. Sometimes I sat in a darkened room, on my own, just to get<br />
away from everything.<br />
My first interview was certainly not a hint of what was to come. It<br />
was in 1972 at the Winter Gardens, Ventnor, and the Bachelors, then<br />
one of the most famous singing acts in Britain, sensed just how<br />
naïve an interviewer I was and gave me a rough ride. I cringe at the<br />
thought of it. I still have the tape but would only play it publicly for<br />
a sizeable sum for my current charities. Years later I met up again<br />
with the Irish singing group and was more than ready for them. I<br />
even managed to twist their arm for a free voice-over.<br />
Patience is essential for any interviewer. I once waited five hours for<br />
a five minute interview with Joe Loss and, more recently, took a ten<br />
hour round trip to Cardiff to interview the delightful Nigel Havers.<br />
When I got to the New Theatre, for our in-between shows interview,<br />
I heard the stage door keeper announce that Mr. Haver's taxi was<br />
waiting. He had forgotten our interview and was nipping back to his<br />
hotel. He did take pity on me and I got around ten minutes - and he<br />
got a larger taxi fare than expected.<br />
I was due to meet Jeremy Irons at London's Langham Hotel. I arrived<br />
an hour early, had set up all my equipment in a room donated by the<br />
hotel. I sat in an extremely comfortable chair with my eyes peeled<br />
on the door. Jeremy was coming into the city on his motorbike and<br />
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John<br />
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Reveals<br />
“Patience is essential for any<br />
inter viewer. I once waited five hours<br />
for a five minute inter view with Joe<br />
Loss.”<br />
would see me, as well as going to his dentist. I sat for over three<br />
hours and never saw him enter the hotel. My mobile was flat, so I<br />
was marooned. I went out for a quick breather and, apparently, at<br />
that precise time, Jeremy's office had rung the hotel and I was being<br />
paged. In the end, unaware of this, I went back to Waterloo and got<br />
the train back to Portsmouth. When I arrived home I found that<br />
Jeremy had been delayed and would be able to do it later in the day.<br />
There were at least four messages on my 'phone. In the end I went<br />
back a couple of weeks later and met Jeremy backstage at the<br />
Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. I saw him captivate a theatre full of<br />
students at a workshop and was so proud he's an Islander.<br />
When I went to the home of the late Sir Edward Heath in Salisbury<br />
his housekeeper suggested it would be fine to set up my equipment<br />
in the entrance hall. A few minutes later she returned to say Sir<br />
Edward would now like to record it in the library. I set up again and<br />
then had another visit from his housekeeper. Sir Edward had finally<br />
decided to take me into the garden for our thirty minute chat. I had<br />
no extension lead and his garden seemed longer than a football<br />
pitch. They readily supplied a lead. There was no time to worry just<br />
how this shy East Cowes boy was actually sat in the wonderful<br />
garden of a former Prime Minister. I was dying for a cup of tea or<br />
coffee but the offer never came.<br />
I hate being late for interviews. I was due to meet Angela Rippon at<br />
a Holland Park hotel. I was in good time and halfway on the tube<br />
run from Waterloo. Then all passengers were asked to leave the train<br />
and station due to a signal failure. There I was in the middle of<br />
London and not a taxi in sight. I rang the hotel to pass on my<br />
apologies to Angela. In the end I was nearly 30 minutes later. Would<br />
she have waited? Angela, who had not got my message, was<br />
completely relaxed. She added: "Everyone's late in London; it's just