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If A Farmer Calls Me To A Sick Animal, He Couldn't Care Less If I Were George Bernard Shaw.

For Years I Used To Bore My Wife Over Lunch With Stories About Funny Incidents.

That Quotation About Not Having Time To Stand And Stare Has Never Applied To Me. I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much - In Just Standing And Staring And I Was At It Again This Morning.

I Think It Was The Fact That I Liked It So Much That Made The Writing Just Come Out Of Me Automatically.

I Love Writing About My Job Because I Loved It, And It Was A Particularly Interesting One When I Was A Young Man. It Was Like Holidays With Pay To Me.