I DON’T often feel giddy as I drive in to work. Friday was different, though. That’s when I caught an interview on the radio with Elvis Bogdanovs, who is a daredevil to trade.

Elvis hangs off high buildings. The higher the better. The 20-year-old from Peterhead in Aberdeenshire films his stunts and aims to give his YouTube viewers “mini heart attacks” as they watch. His latest escapade finds him dangling one-handed from a 300-foot London tower block. I thought I was going to have to pull over as my head started to spin.

Bogdanovs, who is also a model and gymnast, explained: “It’s a mental thing – it’s all about fear. I clearly lack that fear. I don’t have that barrier to prevent me doing stunts efficiently.

“Whenever I’m doing my stunts people tell me that they get electricity running down their fingers or spine, or it makes their legs go weird. I’ve enjoyed giving people mini heart attacks.”

Unlike Elvis, I’m a big fearty and experience vertigo at the drop of a hat. In fact, any drop will do.

However, it was not always this way. I recall a school trip to Switzerland, the literal highlight of which was a birl on the Grindelwald chairlift, which was then the longest in Europe.

It was amazing, but I remember my friend and chair companion being a tad nervous and none too happy at my leg-swinging antics and general excited fidgeting as we climbed higher and higher. (Sorry, Eileen.) But payback for my lack of sympathy was to come some years later … halfway up a 102-meter tower in Italy. This was not a good place to discover a newly acquired fear of heights. Neither was it a good place to freeze, seemingly unable to go either up the way or down the way. Fortunately, our seven-year-old was on hand to shame me into action, but it was a slow descent.

Since then I have wobbled my way around various vertiginous visitor attractions, only with the help of my husband, who thought he might have to carry me to the third floor of the Guggenheim in Bilbao last year. In the end he didn’t have to. I managed perfectly well on my own … on my hands and knees.

I think, however, I may have turned a corner in regaining my head for heights. Since last October I have been working with the journalism students at City of Glasgow College, who hang out high up on the sixth and seventh floors of that splendid new building on Cathedral Street.

This has been a steep learning curve in many ways, one challenge of which has been coming to terms with the ceiling-to-floor windows that give an amazing bird’s-eye view over the city.

To start with I had to keep my distance and peer. But now I’m getting closer. I don’t think I’ll be hanging from the side of the building any time soon, but I can now look down without feeling dizzy or my stomach doing flips. It’s hardly living life on the edge, but for me it’s a small triumph.

As for our fearless daredevil, please be careful. We do not want to hear the news that Elvis has left the building.