There was a time, a time before cable, when the local anchorman reigned supreme, when people believed everything they heard on TV. And in the Guildford area, one anchorman was more man than the rest.
His name was Jez Pritchard. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr, and suits so fine, they made Sinatra look like a hobo.In other words, Jez Pritchard was the balls!