I’m digging away to my first million unlike the million euro IFA man

When I was a young lad I joined the Farm Relief Services, and in doing so became something of an expert in the art of piking out calves’ houses.

Back in those days in the late ’80s and early ’90s a hard- working fellow could earn up to £3 an hour working up a sweat with the old pike.

Anyhow, being a sensible sort, I spent the most of my earnings on drink and women, and the rest of it I squandered.