Today we talk to ANDREW ROGERS, Town Clerk at Wallingford Town Council WHAT I’M CALLED: Andrew, Andy or sometimes Rog. I will answer to most things.

MY AGE IN YEARS: I’m pushing the magic number whereupon I officially become elderly although I feel the same as I did when I was 19 — my body would probably dispute this.

WHAT I DO: For the last 13 years I have been the Town Clerk of Wallingford. Prior to 1999, I was employed by Barclays Bank (and never received a bonus).

WHERE I LIVE: Just off the Golden Balls roundabout next to Notcutts Garden Centre at Nuneham Courtenay.

WHO I LOVE: My wife Vicki, my children Matthew and Sarah, my grandchildren and all of the animals that go with them, especially Winston the Weimaraner.

HAPPIEST YEAR: Must be 1972 and 1974 when my son Matthew and daughter Sarah were born; the sleepless nights did take the edge off it though.

DARKEST MOMENT: When my dad died in 1978.

PROUDEST BOAST: To be an Englishman.

WORST WEAKNESS: Black pudding. I would have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. There are as many varieties as there are malt whiskies — there’s a thought, I could combine the two.

LESSONS LEARNED: I’m still learning but there is one particular one which holds true and that is whatever the circumstances, whether socially or at the workplace, you only get one chance to make a first impression.

DULLEST JOB: As I have only ever worked in a bank and as a Town Clerk you would hardly expect me to include the latter. When I first joined the bank one of my duties was filling the inkwells, changing the pen nibs and blotting paper. It wasn’t all like that but those duties were not exactly challenging.

GREATEST SHAME: Not so much my greatest shame, more a case of greatest embarrassment when I look back on photographs of me in the 1970s with hair over my ears, lapels six inches wide, flared trousers and platform shoes. In those days I was known as a very sharp dresser.

LIFELONG HERO: Although Winston Churchill has to be in there somewhere, I would choose my dad. He was the most understanding, gentle, loving and forgiving man that I have ever known — strange being a former 15-stone county rugby player. He lived long enough to remember the First World War, the Roaring 20s, the Great Depression, served in the Second World War, and saw the first man walk on the Moon. What an experience and what memories he had.

OLDEST FRIEND: The oldest friend that I have is Graham Hillier, who is 76 years of age and is the double of Sir Stirling Moss. I believe that he has frequently dined off this amazing likeness. The oldest friend in number of years that we have known each other is probably Dave Willis. He is the same age as I am. We grew up together and went to the same schools and still see each other through our shared interests.

WIDEST SMILE: Driving the TVR Cerbera that I share with my son Matthew.

FAVOURITE DREAM: To fly a Spitfire — I would settle for a back seat in one of the two dual-control Spitfires that are flying.

BIGGEST REGRET: Not persevering at rugby as I know that this would have given my dad a great deal of pleasure and pride.