Dating a self loather
But when I mentioned my intentions to my agent, Harold Davison, the colour drained from his face. The same principle applied to DJs - so, with a heavy heart, I put my career first and ended the relationship.
Although I was alone again against my will, I soon got into the swing of being single.
At that time, we were the nation's jukebox - and I was notching up audiences of around 20 million for my breakfast show.
And, sadly, I wasn't just imagining things, either - I caught Sally out on a couple of occasions, and our relationship eventually ran aground.
By the time I became Radio One's first DJ in 1967, I was making the most of my "eligible bachelor" status.
There's no point in being blase about it: I loved every minute of being one of the most recognised faces in Britain.
I don't think I ever refused to sign an autograph in my life and I thought there was nothing like a good mobbing, complete with heaving crowd and a police escort to hold it back.