Chapter Seventeen
The Panel
I didn’t sleep more than an hour or two the night before the TV debate. I was either too hot or too cold all night. At 5am I gave up and decided to hit the road early, to make the run down to London before the rush hour traffic. I tried going over the points I wanted to hit in my head but couldn’t focus so listened to the radio instead. I remembered blowing the meeting in Rome by panicking, I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice.
I got down in 2 hours, found a spot in the BBC carpark and made my way to reception. I was given an access pass and ushered into a green room holding area ahead of makeup. With some time to myself, I went through my notes.
I unfolded the papers from my breast pocket and ran down the list:
A moral code that is robust and flexi
