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Choirs, limos, gunshot wounds: in Dallas, life insurance salesmen's conventions can be pretty lively affairs, says Peter Rosengard The taxi I took from Dallas airport had an 8ft-wide pair of cow horns tied to The roof. |The driver was Afro-American and wore a white stetson…
It started out as a great idea - a creative marriage of dirty linen and fine art. Peter Rosengard explains A couple of weeks ago I had my first exhibition as a painter at the Alterations gallery in Holland Park, otherwise known as Perkins the…
A hairy story by Peter Rosengard One day last week, I was just finishing my breakfast when I decided to surprise my parents, who were on holiday in Israel, by flying over to Jerusalem for the weekend. To achieve the maximum element of surprise I…
When Peter Rosengard embarked on a new career as a television chat-show host, he didn’t realise he would end up talking to himself. The other evening my wife told me that my latest plan to escape from a career as an insurance salesman by becoming…
Today's burglar doesn't mind if you are home. Peter Rosengard tells a tale he will be able to dine out on. A couple of weeks ago we were burgled. It happened as we were eating dinner at home in Notting Hill, west London. When I…
When the pilot spoke on the intercom, Peter Rosengard started to panic. I had been on the plane back from my holiday for about five minutes when the pilot came on the intercom. "Hello, everyone! I am your captain for this afternoon’s flight. We will…
Who'd be a life insurance salesman? It's all cold calling to strangers and the cold shoulder from friends. But Peter Rosengard thinks his time has come. I must admit, talking about heart attacks, cancer and death all day long can get a little depressing, but…
Now Peter Rosengard is not paranoid, but he's left handed, he's the same age as Bill Clinton,and he keeps having these narrow escapes. My weekend cottage is in deepest Sussex, just up the road from the sleepy village of Wadhurst, where this month a couple…
For 10 years Peter Rosengard has been starting his day at Claridge's, in the company of total strangers. Mr Bacon didn’t turn up for breakfast this morning. I didn’t take it personally. How could I? He doesn’t even know me. You may think it’s unusual…