Mail on Sunday sales controller Miles Colclough’s first flat in
London was less than salubrious. But his attempts at doing it up led,
circuitously, to his current career in media sales.
’The flat was in the grottiest block of flats in the grottiest part of
north London,’ he says. ’The kitchen must have been used for five fry-ups
a day for 50 years and had never seen Fairy Liquid or a mop.
’I decided the kitchen had to go and set about demolishing it. I bribed a
mate with a bottle of whisky to lend me his new company estate car to
dispose of the debris, which included a disgusting old cooker, a crappy
fridge and a filthy kitchen sink.
’On the way to the council dump we passed a junk shop and, chancing my
arm, I went in. I showed the shop owner the junk in the car and told him
he could have the lot for 20 quid - quite a lot in those days.
’The old guy studied it for a while and then offered me pounds 25. I took
his money and, enjoying the buzz of the deal, decided that I had to make a
career in sales. From buying and selling flats I graduated to the world of
magazines at IPC.’