My first job in journalism was with the Glasgow Herald, which then had a bar built in to the complex. I was taken under the wing of the legendary James Freeman, who taught me the ways of the jungle. ‘You see that journalists always drink in groups of three?’ he told me in the bar one lunchtime. ‘That’s so, when one goes to the toilet, the other two can slag him off.’ And it’s true: my profession is notoriously bitchy. I was reminded of this when switching on the BBC news to find, yet again, that the transgressions of the Daily Mail and its spat with Ed Miliband is deemed the most important story of the day. I look at this in my Daily Telegraph column today.
The intro to Rod Liddle’s column in the magazine this week will strike a chord with many commentators on Fleet St.
Ring, ring goes the telephone every minute God sends.
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