You have to be of a certain age to remember ‘Jim’ll Fix It’, a slightly creepy programme where an ageing DJ in a white shellsuit had loads of kids sitting on his knee, while puffing on a fat Havanna cigar. And Jim specialised in making their dreams come true. Mmmm. Not sure that’s going to work in the modern era?

Anyway, the point was that Jim would organise for things to happen. He’d read out a letter and, hey presto, some child’s ambition would happen. Sometimes it was big stuff that only Jim could organise, like a ride in an F1 car, or to take part in a West End show. Or to have Showaddywaddy playing in your school assembly. Fair doos. That’s proper telly. And Jim always fixed it for you and you and you-oo-oooo.

This kid from Rochdale wanted to be a doctor. So, in true ‘fix-it’ fashion, Jim whisked the lad away for a day where he donned white coat and traipsed the wards of his local hospital. He dished out advice to lots of ill people. I think he took a few blood pressures and used a stethoscope. And, then, right at the end, he got to sit on Jim’s knee while the silver-haired marathon runner used the child’s hair as an ash-tray. And Jim asked the lad if he thought he could ever actually be a doctor. And the young lad chuckled, all coy and embarrassed. ‘No way,’ he explained, ‘that’s why today has been a dream come true.’

And Jim nodded. He didn’t challenge. He was in total agreement. Jim was probably thinking, ‘too right laddo, you’re from Rochdale after all!’

And, 35 years later, I have an objection your honour.  Jim was right to give the lad a glimpse of his dream job. And then his advice should have been, in true 2%er fashion, ‘work your blooming socks of fella and that job’s yours for the taking.’ I call them ‘HUGGs’, or Huge Unbelievably Great Goals. And they don’t happen while you wait. They don’t happen by chance and they certainly don’t happen while you watch Eastenders. They happen because you make them happen.

Don’t wait for Jim. You might be waiting forever!