Sneaked away for some early morning exercise and was reminded again of how much fitter and more stamina that fella has than me, despite my supposed chronological advantage. Consoled by a pre-cycle bacon roll and a post-cycle coffee cake. Then off to Cumbernauld to interview a man and woman whose son was killed by a blow to the head in a nightclub fight he was trying to prevent. At 19. Two lost souls, choking back tears and looking off into the distance as they described the pointlessness of his death. All recounted as we sat in that unnatural knew to knee position required by radio interviews. You certainly need to be able to put people at their ease quickly in that job.