They did get me to do another mad task though. They wanted to run a competition where contestants had to guess where a place was. The place was some tropical beach, a few palm trees and the sea. According to the rules about running competitions, they couldn't just pick a place and decide that's where it is, for the sake of the competition. They knew I'd been sailing, and they seemed to think that I could apply navigational skills to identify the beach. Well, I could and I did, assuming the date/time the photo was taken, the angle of the shot and the height of a palm tree. I produced some spurious maths which no-one would check, and they gave me £200. And that was the extent of my career as a journalist.