Richard Glover’s Diary

Richard Glover opens up his diary

I’ve never been considered a manly man, but this week I had my chance. A spider was spotted high up on a wall at work; the office manager was doing the full damsel-in-distress routine. She turned to a younger fellow who will remain nameless — well, OK, it was Robbie Buck — and Buck declared himself unwilling to kill the beast. To the rescue: your correspondent. I grabbed a Tupperware from beneath the sink and clambered perilously onto a window sill. I held the open vessel beneath the spider and flicked downwards with the lid. To my enormous surprise, it worked. The spider found itself imprisoned, to be released later into the shrubbery outside the ABC. I now pause each day at the damsel’s desk. ‘Any problems today?’ I ask. ‘Tiger that needs controlling? Panther on the loose?’ So far, further acts of bravery have not been required.