Shaken and Stirred by the Sunday Papers

When I was a teenager, I flirted briefly with the idea of becoming a journalist. Also with becoming a musician. I haven’t regretted my decision not to take up either. Before bankers and estate agents, journalists were pretty reviled. As a teen and well into my twenties, I used to think being well read in the newspaper department meant you were well informed, with a good grasp of what was going on in the world. The older, more cynical and increasingly world-weary me soon realised that wasn’t true. The first time I was actually in a story which was reported in the papers and […]

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