The age old problem of finding a balance between sycophancy and offence when writing about one's superior is upon me! I feel the dark shadows of a possible sacking lurking around the corner...
Yesterday we found out that the big cheese has reached new heights in the talk radio world. Nothing to do with the fact that he's almost 7ft tall and has giant hands that could crush your skull the way mine could crush an obnoxious daisy (you know, one that really deserved it).
In his time at LBC, Iain Dale - author of Margaret Thatcher in Her Own Words and Talking Politics (and MD of me and everyone else in this office) - has increased the listenership of the evening show at LBC by 25%. Iain's show now has more listeners than the LBC evening show has ever enjoyed before.
Astonishing, really, just earlier this week Iain's assistant came running over to me, put his finger to his lips and ushered me over to Iain's office door. Iain was at his desk, back to us and looking at his computer. I felt a little odd at first, this is a bit pervy I thought - and indicated so to Grant. 'Look in the window in front of him!' Grant whispered, exasperatedly. And sure enough, in the reflection beamed preeminently over the view of Parliament ahead of him, his head a kilter and his mouth wide open, Iain Dale was asleep on the job.
I've been assured this doesn't happen on air. And of course I'd never suggest it would, not least because I fear the wrath of those fee fi fo fum hands. Really, we know that that little incident *ahem* is down to the mad hours he works.
Well done Iain! From us all at BB & TP - we're all very proud.
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