Lady Bracknell
Handbag at Dawn
Completely immaterial I know but I used to work with him. And I still remember the day we had a firedrill. Duly leaving the building as instructed we all collected up outside for the editor to do a roll call. All present and correct except Eccles. Who, since it was about 10.30 am, was enjoying his customary read of the Daily Mirror on the khazi. Another "immoveable professional engagement" of the type so beloved in Lewes.
So someone was instructed to go in and get him. They returned, minus the ace reporter. The editor, by now extremely pissed off, sent the deputy editor in. Who returned, minus the ace reporter but with an important message from him: "Put me down as perished in the blaze..."
So someone was instructed to go in and get him. They returned, minus the ace reporter. The editor, by now extremely pissed off, sent the deputy editor in. Who returned, minus the ace reporter but with an important message from him: "Put me down as perished in the blaze..."