THE GREAT ASP appeared in front of a giant balsa and Fuzzy Felt (TM) speech bubble. We gathered round. He sat down in a comfortable leather chair. We hushed. He introduced requested clips of television shows past and present. We watched in awe. Then LWT came a-calling with bags of cash and the promise of some Telethons. Asp buggered off. To this day Mike exasperatedly points out that correspondents would inevitably begin their letters “Dear Ask”, thinking that he was called Ask Aspel.