Reporter: Now, Susan. You've had a few minutes to rest. Can you tell us something about yourself? How old are you and what do you do?
Susan: I'm twenty-two and I'm a bus conductress.
Reporter: A bus conductress! So you're used to collecting money. Who taught you to cycle?
Susan: Nobody. I taught myself. I've been cycling since I was five.
Reporter: And who bought that beautiful racing cycle for you?
Susan: I bought it myself. I worked overtime.
Reporter: Good for you! And what are you going to do now?
Susan; Now? If you mean this minute, I'm going to have a long hot bath.
Reporter: You must need to relax. Again, congratulations. That was Susan James, winner of this year's London to Brighton cycle race.
I hope I never grow old! My grandfather lives with us and he's making my life a misery. When I was small he was kind and cheerful. But now he's always complaining and criticising. I mustn't interrupt when he's talking. It's rude. He doesn't like my clothes. 'Nice girls don't dress like that.' I shouldn't wear make-up. 'Natural beauty is best.' Sometimes he interferes with my homework. 'When I was young we used to do maths differently,' he says. Honestly, he's so old he doesn't know anything. But that doesn't stop him criticising me. He doesn't like my friends or my favorite records. 'You're making too much noise,' he calls. 'I can't get to sleep.' When he's not complaining he's asking questions. 'Where are you going? Where have you been? Why aren't you helping your mother?' He thinks I'm six, not sixteen. Anyway, why can't I do what I like? It's my life, not his.
Philip is a very interesting boy. He is clever but he doesn't like school. He hates studying but he is very keen on learning new practical skills. In his spare time he often repairs motorbikes. He likes helping the neighbours in their vegetable gardens, too.