Who would be the ideal chief exec of Scottish Rugby?
I've been chased by head-hunters twice in my life.
In Borneo as a small boy I got lost in the mangrove swamps and my father organised a troupe of Dayak hunters to look for me with blow pipes, parangs (jungle knives) and a dose of high hopes, or whatever else it was they called the stuff they chewed.
Actually this is fiction, and just as fictitious as the head-hunters looking for the new chief executive asking me last week if I'd like to use my considerable experience in writing short articles and hosting radio and TV programmes to lead Scottish Rugby to glory and earn £300,000 a year or so in the process.
The only truth in these first three paragraphs is that Scottish Rugby do indeed seek a new chief executive.
I was born in Borneo, spent my formative years swinging from the trees, and you might know me as an international rugby player, but now I'm off to London to give you my opinion on all things Olympic as part of the Ö÷²¥´óÐã Scotland Sport Nation Olympic team.
