The return of big hair will be a relief to me though, as, when we get new reporters I am regularly the butt of hilarity when they unearth new cuttings and see my Bonnie Tyler 80s hair.
However, nothing could be as embarrassing as an incident I was reminded of the other day when I was out on a job in my early days at the Gazette.
In those stone age times I used to go to the Beck Theatre in Hayes to pick up the photos of upcoming shows for the following week's papers; no digital cameras, no j-pegs, just black and white prints collected by hand.
On this particular day, I left the theatre in pouring rain, pulled out to turn right into Grange Road.. and my car stalled.
Cars were speeding toward me from the right and left, so the only thing I could do was reverse back into the Beck Drive.
So I did.to an ear-splitting crash as I reversed into a car that had pulled up behind me, thinking I had disappeared into the monsoon.
That would have been bad enough but glancing in my mirror I discovered I'd smashed a police car!
Two officers got out of their cars to examine the damage while I prayed I was the victim of a TV practical joke show, and these grim-faced officers were about to turn into laughing policemen.
No such luck. To make matters worse we had to sit around for ages waiting for traffic cops from Hendon to turn up and investigate the scene, which was of course extremely amusing for Beck staff as the news quickly spread that there was an unexpected - and unrehearsed - drama going on in the grounds!
* FINALLY: It was Mother's Day last weekend and amongst many articles on the subject, I read that mothers-in-law are responsible for our fellas' bad habits.
I certainly commend Mr F's late mother for his upbringing as he changes his socks regularly, cooks a good meal and empties the rubbish with the best of 'em..
So ... who can I blame for his habit of disappearing when I'm in mid-sentence and then saying: "Oh, I thought you'd finished", when I complain.
It drives me MAD!
PS - Er, have you finished now dear? (Mr F).