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Fleet Street, the spiritual home of British news, used to abound with journalists bar-hopping between jobs. The notorious El Vino – where women weren’t allowed to order at the bar until 1982 – was at the epicentre of a street where alcohol was said to flow like water. However, since
By What is your journo pseudonym?
What are you doing, sitting there writing that article, “Ann”? Who do you think is going to read it? Come on, “Barry”. Up your game. Get out of that conference call to Helsinki at once. Inka Heino has no time for you. It’s time to answer the important questions: When
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